I Find Myself
/
This poem is from the book, ‘Augmented Realties: Human Poetry x A.I. Art’.
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You Made My Heart
/
This poem is from the book, ‘Augmented Realties: Human Poetry x A.I. Art’.
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Unfortunately
/How
Can I accept
Your offer to help
When that very offer
Is tainted?
By opening myself
To your love
I would also be reopening
The old wounds
Inflicted by you
Unfortunately
For both of us
Your love
Isn’t strong enough
To stop that pain
Unfortunately
For both of us
I am not
Strong enough
To move on
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Storm With Skin
/Erotica, R-18+
I’m not a girl
I’m a storm with skin,
one touch will unleash
the rage within.
Powerful love
expressed as sin,
sex as destruction
when can we begin?
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Looking In
/I close my eyes.
Where once there was vividness
There is now a vague blur.
Stories and visions intermingle
A kaleidoscope of confusion.
Words and non-words alike
Are spoken and responded to.
The allure of reality is lost,
Replaced by the bliss of the abyss.
The joy of not knowing
Is ever more tempting.
Closing my eyes to avoid it all,
To get to where release was once felt.
But no more.
The avalanche of memory greets me.
I cannot escape the pain inside.
I long to let it go.
To let it all go.
This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’
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She Sold Love
/Erotica, R-18+
She sold love
But people called it sex
An intimate embrace
Beyond mere friction of the flesh
A listening ear
A compassionate hug
A shoulder to cry on
She sold love
She sold safety
She sold an understanding
Of the interplay between primal passion
And the crippling confusion of life
By undressing herself
She undressed their minds
By allowing them access to her
She allowed them access to themselves
Her body became a mirror to their soul
Her movements become a spell of release
Far beyond the physical
Far beyond the now
Far beyond anything her detractors can give
She sold love
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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How The Others Sin
/Erotica, R-18+
Why is it in porn
Most everyone’s lost their lawn?
Perhaps cause when we are bare,
It’s easier to compare.
When the hedges are trimmed
And the lights aren’t dimmed
That close up shot,
Shows everything we’ve got.
Cause who’d want to only look
At the cover of a closed book?
Still it makes me wonder
If it’s impacting our choices down under.
Tell me if you feel moved,
To have all your hair removed.
Do you want to fit in
With how the others sin?
It’s yet another symptom
Of us confirming to the system
Of us following the norms
Established on social media platforms
Shouldn’t sexuality be an expression
Of our freedom from repression?
Honestly I don’t care
If you want to shave your hair
I just want to ensure
That your reasons are pure
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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Love Is
/Love is a mortgage,
A debt promise of pain.
Paid with interest,
For those you outlive.
Love is making connections
Despite knowing they will be broken.
And it’s the letting go
Of the guilt for doing so.
Love is for the small sacrifices,
That contain the hidden joys.
And the memory that’s both
Blessing and curse.
Love is knowing when to push,
And when you must concede.
The realisation that you’re wrong,
And the leaving of transgressions unseen.
Love is the give and take,
The unspoken word.
The comforts freely given,
And those gratefully accepted.
Love is the discipline to say no,
Through begging, pleading and pain.
And the careful observation,
Of limits reached.
Love is tempered guidance,
A shot at eternity.
And the words of encouragement,
To try once more.
Love is a partnership,
A bonding of the muse.
A step into darkness,
Taken together in faith.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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Do You Love Me, Or Just The Idea Of Me?
/Do you love me,
Or just the idea of me?
I may be your ‘dream girl’
But I am real,
And that reality is different
From your fantasy.
How often must we fight,
Just to clarify
That you expected
Me to speak differently?
How many tears must fall,
Just to realise
That you expected
Me to be something I’m not?
If you love me,
Please drop your expectations
And open your eyes
To the real me.
My body has blemishes.
I will lose my temper.
I judge unfairly.
I get things wrong.
I am not perfect,
No one is.
Unless of course,
They’re just a dream.
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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As I
/Erotica, R-18+
I want to be under your skin
As I look upon it
I want to know you
As I move inside you
I want to understand your mind
As I taste your flesh
I want to hear your words
As I moan your name
I want to connect with your soul
As I take your body
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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To Purchase The Moon
/I sacrificed the sun
To purchase the moon
Working hard
From dusk to noon
But all you see
Is me locked away
Stuck in my room
Unable to play
I’m trading my time
For you to live
It’s the only thing
I’m able to give
I’m so sorry son
I know you need more
You need more of me
Of that I’m sure
I hate how this world
Forces us apart
I long for the days
I could apprentice you to my art
But that would just be
A different kind of pain
What if you didn’t want
To work in my same vein?
Thus my attempt
To lift you high as I can
I want you to become
A fulfilled and happy man
There is no right answer
Beyond a cry and a shrug
Other than to read you a nightly story
And depart with a hug
Just know I’m always thinking
Of you and your brother
I love you both
You two and your mother
This poem is from the book, ‘Wage Slave, The Unpaid Overtime Edition’.
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Let’s Pledge To Repair
/I know you care
And that you’ll always be there
But our intimacy?
It’s threadbare
Our bodies are no longer aware of the softness we would once share
It’s unfair
That the first thing to go was caress of one another’s hair
And the impromptu hugs that came from anywhere
No one is to blame
We just became distracted by stress’s snare
And focused on our children’s welfare
I know it’s wrong to compare
But I know we both miss the fanfare
The tender words that would soothe any nightmare
The love we would declare
And the time we would spare
So please
Take my hands
Let’s pledge to repair
To once again become a pair
To take time together no matter where
And no matter what events snare
Let’s swear
To take time daily and simply stare
Into each other’s eyes
Into each others hearts
To see each other bare
Let’s choose to share the same air
To take those gestures now rare
And gift them everywhere
To help each other up the stairs
To listen to the despair
To sit together in prayer
To love
And to be aware
Does that sound fair?
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Sacrifices
/I wonder if
On the day I finally
‘Make it’
I will regret
The sacrifices
It took
To get there
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Notice Me
/I want you
To notice me.
Not for what I have done.
Not for the money I’ve made.
Not even for my art.
No.
I want you to notice me.
Me.
The man behind the artifice.
The man behind the smile.
The man behind the mask.
The man writing these words,
Knowing full well that you will never see them.
The man waiting for change,
Knowing full well that you are stuck in your ways.
The man who’s desperately seeking acknowledgement from a dry well.
I want you
To notice me.
But I know you won’t.
How could you?
You, who was never there.
You, who looked the other way.
You, who set impossible standards.
You, who never wanted anything to do with me.
Isn’t it funny that despite all of this,
I still want you
To notice me?
Notice me.
Me.
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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He Accepts
/He accepts the world as it is
Never asking for much
beyond a smile and a hug.
Unruffled by change,
Volume, voice, or visage.
He embraces you for who you are.
Happiness is never far from him.
Small accomplishments
yield disproportionate joy.
Just a look will change his entire world,
And in doing so cause
His unfiltered response to change yours.
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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blessed with life's baggage
/contemplating suicide
is a luxury
i can no longer afford
i am blessed
with life’s baggage
weighed down by love
spurred
by the desire
to prove them wrong
cajoled into action
my inner voice
softly screaming
to be more
than a footnote
of failure
to act
in-spite of doubt
and fear of judgement
to resolve
to do everything
to ensure my legacy
when I die
i will die
having truly lived
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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A Requiem For What Could Have Been
/Last night
I dreamt
Of my father’s death
The slow pathetic decline
Of a worthless man
Was reformed into
A noble sacrifice
A resilient stand against oppression
An act to be proud of
I knew I was dreaming
Yet I preferred to remain
Bamboozled and blinded
By the beautiful facade
In the dream
I wept freely
For a man
I understood
Cared about
And loved
In my memories
I grew distant
From a man
I didn’t understand
Care about
Or love
I woke conflicted
Are my dreams
Telling me
That my memories
Are fiction?
That the feelings
Felt in the facade
Are more fact
Than the fear
And confusion?
Or perhaps
I’m only questioning
Because
My reality was retched
And that dream
Like others of it’s kind
Are a requiem
For what could have been
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Red Flag Chaser
/I’m a red flag chaser
A self-debaser
That tattooed look
Leaves me shook
Dabbling in drugs
With ‘caring’ thugs
Incredible sex
For the brain hex
Insightful conversations
Just distracted ruminations
Same toxic pattern
From abstinent to slattern
A mirror’s shame
Only myself to blame
Left alone and burnt
No lesson learnt
I get off on the thrill
Of you losing your chill
I hate when you insist
With a scream and a fist
But it’s worth the pain
To feel like myself again
A childhood’s toll
Red flags make me whole
The end of another fight
This is love, right?
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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God's Love
/*** Trigger Warning ***
He told me I was special,
And gave me all the perks.
Held my hand through prayer,
And showed me how the system works.
He said it would be our little secret,
Kept between him, me, and God.
Told me that I was a good boy.
Summoned me with that little nod.
He taught me what was holy.
To trust in the divine word.
That my doubts were of the devil,
To not trust in the absurd.
He spoke of the afterlife,
Spewing words of eternal damnation.
The trials of earth trivial,
Compared to the day of revelation.
He showed me how a soft caress,
Can feel like the stab of a demon.
That he held all the power,
And that God’s love tastes like semen.
He demonstrated the church’s power,
By denying all my accusations.
How could a priest be sullied,
By a young boy’s fabrications?
He was eventually punished,
They moved him to a new town.
Gave him a new flock,
Other boy’s souls to drown.
He died as he lived,
Safe and admired,
Protected by his brethren,
A biblical patriarchy conspired.
He left me broken,
Mind, body, soul.
What he did destroyed my faith,
Leaving me not whole.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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love notes written in flesh
/bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read
the body
made into a canvas
of aesthetic pleasures
a homage
to the ecstasy
of submission
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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