a poet with no sperm |
A poet with no sperm,
Is a wreck with no roots to hold the height of his intellectual daring,
A man who's pride melts in the air of his enemies' exultation,
A man that was deprived of his emotional ej...
Posted by aris on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 07:57:00 PST |
the pretence[ of loving to be loved ] |
As the tongue embarked in the deep bosom of her being, she with arrogant sparkling eyes engaged the smoother parts of my trembling manhood.
I was the ardent lover that with uncommon levity painted a n...
Posted by aris on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 09:07:00 PST |
the skin of my dreams. [they demand] |
Apathy squeezed from within my heart's lips that are now dying in silent decay.
Uncrafty strokes from the lovers of the world that make oblivion a sustained splash of memory's blood on the ocean of ri...
Posted by aris on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:05:00 PST |
A beast with human eyes |
Like a beast she wept, with no divinity in her tears, but with godly words in her calls. She roused the gods from their dormant state. With base accents she cursed sleep, with innumerable tears she wa...
Posted by aris on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 04:47:00 PST |
the pale prince and his damnation[.. she paced alone in the storm..] |
She paced alone in the storm with nothing more to atone
And a glare from above was caressing her non apprehended depravity,
Her blood dripping hair, and her skin from which all demons hung like sleepi...
Posted by aris on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 01:34:00 PST |
the sinless mother[the lament] |
she wet her woumb with sperm and wished in the audible silence for a child. her tears quenched the thick darkness that in it's effort to alleviate the vexatious dirge that was echoing from the&n...
Posted by aris on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 11:45:00 PST |
lust brought the spirit with us[the dreams] |
the dream's domestic rape hath engaged th'unrealised parts of my lascious embrasse. i've lost all the magical redeemers that licked my wounded mind, and the angel's shaking hands have forsaken me, and...
Posted by aris on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 12:07:00 PST |
we are all rocks [to see is a choice..not a given] |
the candles now give me light as i slowly retire from every sight. a painful and sorrowful existance, less than human, but with female persistance, and eyes than have dropped deeply in the scull, like...
Posted by aris on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 02:37:00 PST |
''the art of suicide is underappreciated'' |
the art of suicide is so underappreciated.
why not commit to cease thyself when the profound commitement with your person belongs to else. we are all slaves and been sold without having the slightest...
Posted by aris on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 03:23:00 PST |
I do weep.. [ material-soul ] |
Some, but not many years ago, i shut my eyes and let the world caress my visage with it's dying fall. an insubstantial amount of time has passed since, but life's corpse still lies on my fatal floor.....
Posted by aris on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 02:44:00 PST |
