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The Last WordThe Last Word
The Gothic writer is at his desk
Thinking of new stories to entertain his readers
He has his pen and writing pad at hand
Waitng for inspiration
Ghosts and goblins pass in and out of his mind's eye
But the author is tired
He is now 83 years old
He has written many books
A glass of red wine is by his side
He feels his age
This will be a quiet death
His legacy will last
The characters he has created will live in the imagination
And entertain generations to come
Old houses and deserted graveyards
All scenes for malicious intent
The fireplace burns brightly
The old author starts to dream
These will be his last thou

ImprisonmentI stagger,
reaching down
to gather my will
that lies upon the ground.
My heart begs for
difference and a voice,
though, my words would hurt you
so I am left no choice
but to imprison my
thoughts and petty emotions
to shelter you
from all the commotion
that is a burning wreck
full of selfishness and greed.
All of the things
that you would never need
is all that I am,
and all that I'll be,
but for now you remain blind,
refusing to see.

How Was It For You? How Was It For You?:thumb205158927:
Your body and mine: we feel the press of flesh
along our presently contiguous boundaries.
Without forethought we have embraced proximity.
The choreography of passion causes our bodies to mesh.
Your body and mine: warmth conserved and hoarded,
Our kinetic entanglement guided by the moment's imperative,
the drive toward fusion. Consciousness surrenders to the instinctive
act, striving for shared consummation, by ecstasy rewarded.
Your body and mine: enfolded in the afterglow of our physical dream.
Inarticulate desire has driven us to fulfill an ancient scheme.
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i am so honored first to be featured in your wonderful journal , and second for being among such wonderful artists!
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