Sunday, October 23, 2005

Break Thought

Permission was given.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.

7 Comments:

Blogger saby said...

did some one steal yr girl or wat?
why the fire arms?




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October 23, 2005 at 4:08 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

Its never a woman but always seems to want to be one.

October 23, 2005 at 10:48 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

'A mix of luxury and pornography' perfectly describes my 'dream life'
This poem touches me in many different places >;}

October 24, 2005 at 11:23 AM  
Blogger Jaxe said...

A need never known wanted

Aren't those always the best.

Yes, bring out your dead.

October 24, 2005 at 5:38 PM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

yes - smiling eyes and ignorant abuse.

October 25, 2005 at 12:57 AM  
Blogger Quixotic Cat said...

I almost understood this one! But you lost me at the end =(

October 27, 2005 at 6:29 AM  
Blogger DeeM said...

this is hotter though.

October 29, 2005 at 11:44 AM  

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