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Folklore

Young Inspirations

I heard a story of a snake god who had a hawk as a friendIf you know it then you know how it endsFrom the islands to the jungle and everywhere in betweenthere’s a story telling how man came to beI want to write a story about you and meA tale of love and all that’s holyA tale incomparable to noneA tale of two people intertwined into oneYou won’t be able to tell where you ended and I beganWe’ll be the epitome of virtue and divinityI pledge to be your guardian for all eternity And they’ll worship at our altar in … Continue reading Folklore

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Witches Brew

Young Inspirations

My vision is clearYour presence nearNot seen but feltIn your essence I meltA vial of your nectar takenA deep hunger awakenFlavours mixed and brewedI’m inexplicably drawn to youWe ebb and flowA dance that’s endless and slowKissed by Venus – ruled by desireYour heavenly body pulls me like no otherYour essence my elixirIt quenches my thirst and sate my hungerA chalice of your witch’s brewI’m forever tethered to you Continue reading Witches Brew

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Never Before

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I’ve never loved a woman before I found youI’m positive that this feeling I have is trueIt’s as pure as the love a mother has for her childIt’s the pleasure of seeing your smileI don’t know why it is I feel this wayAnd I am not sure if I want the feeling to stayBut I know that I want to have you in my life foreverNo matter the consequences, I want to experience the pleasureI’ve never found myself attracted to a woman before I saw youNow I don’t know what is trueI don’t know what is real from what is … Continue reading Never Before

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Holes In My Roof

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I lie with holes in my roof over my head Here I lay on this broken bed Grass growing in my yard reaching my knees A blanket of dust covers my floor; I can’t walk without a sneeze No food for my children to eat All three can be seen walking the streets Hands outstretched reaching into strangers’ pockets Taking anything they can get Here I lie with holes in my roof over my head I can’t sleep because water keeps wetting my bed Water dripping; water rising Children screaming; children crying Empty stomachs and full heads Food for brain … Continue reading Holes In My Roof