| Singing in the Rain in Eden A rusted iron gate Makes route for a delicate footpath, Luscious, emerald ivy and climbing roses Scale the majestic wall. The sunburned earth lay at my feet, Bejeweled with tender ferns, And bouquets of violets. Beneath a fragile lilac bush Float a pair of brilliant butterflies. The wispy-winged duet Hum sweet lullabies To the tired evening sun. Following the flowered trail, A sapphire stream comes into view, Laden with lustrous denizen of the deep. Two-by-two the angels approach; Golden-fringed felines, Silver-tipped eagles, Heaven-sent beings - One man and one woman - Assemble at the heart Of God's nursery. Hand in paw, and paw in wing, The celestial creatures gaze Up at the heavens. A powdering of rain Blankets the ground. Umbrellas are unearthed From their dusty shelters - Shades of pinks and yellows, Greens and blue - Dancing amid copper colored raincoats, Sprinkled with glistening jewels. The fragrance of Tiger's Lilies Mingles with the perfume of rain. Mud puddles form, Creating ponds of delight. In harmony, God's herd Finds contentment and delight In God's tears of mirth. |
| The War Waking to a mouth of despair; An abyss meets my tongue. Fallen soldiers, consumed by war. Men extinct on the front line. A deserted battlefield to salute. Vacant valleys catch pools of blood. Thirty-two casualties in all. The appetite for reparation Cannot be satisfied. The Fairy visits by nightfall, Replacing lost comrades with foe. Cunning confidants, artificial friends Eat away at pride � Relishing dignity�s flavor. |
| John Aguiar World economy is my forte; I entertain myself with mundane lectures. Bow down to my tie; I wear it for reverence. With my comb-over and drab trousers, I enter Mt. Hope to preach only opinions. Don�t forget that I�m always right In everything I do and say. The map may place Iraq in the East; But I decided it's below Mexico. Arguing is a losing battle; Keep on talking -- you'll never win. My detentions are worse than decapitation; You'd rather be a woman in Afghanistan. Killing my students with ennui Is my mission in life. |
| Dahmer Limbless boys have always tasted sweetest, But the first will remain the prize. Little Steven opened a portal To my fantasies. Years of lifeless roadside animals Concealed my desire. The arid feline flesh Soothing my potent dick; The lecherous pelt of The neighbor�s dog Made my penis weep. Relief became an urgency. Mutilated remains, And dismembered bodies Produced virginal excitement. My unyielding erection Could not be subdued Until the breathless cadaver Trembled beneath my body. Preserved phallus nourished my hunger; Jars of genitals colored my world. Corpses Across my walls Kept me company for years. Flirting cocks glistened; Their one-eyed winks Caused opinionated hard-ons. Fragrant cum pacified my disease; Modest sacrifices for satisfaction. |
| Sonnet I Thy eyes, as green as sweet meadow clover, Charmed my heart with purest admiration. Thy crimson lips brushed my concern over, With kisses of fervor, yet frustration. My devotion bides through the ups and downs, A wish for betrothal, a timeless pledge. Tear-trimmed garlands and angel-frosted gowns; A passionate ribbon 'cross my breast's edge. Art thy love as chaste as virginal Mary's? My dreams lost in seas of illusion, Our fortune yields to the wand'ring fairies, Settled above thy cheeks of confusion. My heart and my mind are caught in a war Thy em'ralds enchant my love for ev'rmore. |
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