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old metaphores shold be remberd not resyceld
I
Stand before you.
as old gods tremble
naked
alone
I am focused
My eyes
hazel
clear
I have carved a path through you
You deities of cavemen
You ply your lust with promises of extinction
a sticky hypnosis
You call to the flowers and herbs I planted.
Using a farce of a rotten grin.
Your breath is decay.
You speak of dark wings and forbidden love.
Truly you speck
all you offer is war and violence.
devolution
grief
loss
Giving gifts of paper flowers
focused groups of lazy seduction.
You say submit before me I am darkness empty as the abyss.
I promise hidden truth
or
I am a soft hug a gentle sloth.
old
tired
useless
Oh little basil!
Wold you lay down with an empty space?
this is even less than masturbation
over used
bullnettil
a gunny worm
Yes basil
you debate the dichotomy.
the shadow of truth to what is bright and real
this is such primitive thinking
what is a shadow to the origin point?
to true love
So may women fail there whole lives because of such indecision.
They ignore the lion for the jackal.
flaccid jackal
you have no love.
do you?
Your head is empty.
Is it not?
You look into perfect symmetry and disappear.
Like all shadows.
Basil
Madden
Poem
Feel the sun and fear no more.
An erect naked warrior
stands and commands.
No more the illusion of sex and love
Even as these old shadows fade
I
am
still standing
a man
a word fire
naked
real
pulsing
throbing
waiting
Fuck this man
and know
why you waded into the water so deep and so long.
mliarrr
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