Autumn Angel

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A new one by me
oh, damn. damn. damn.
Heart Krushed again,
Frozen, by Your Cold Breathe,
garnished with a sprig of mint, You Kud Eat IT
with a spoon,
or suck it through a straw ...I believe it has
been pulverised enough for that.
I don't think you know what Bitterness it held,
so I hope that it makes you Sick,
as you continue your greedy rapacious Feast,
That you suck and lick every bitter drop you shed of my heart's blood,
I seasoned it with my caustic, Salty Tears;
my Dream is to Poison you, Infect you, with a
conscience, Let you see your own true face in
the mirror each day...
But HeartKrusher boyz aren't that smart. They
cannot remember their autopsies on Live
Subjects, a subject like me...
I should show the Court Exhibit A through Z.
But I know you will walk.
The Krushers always do.
and unfortunately, I cannot scrape up enough
red jam, from the scraps that dripped from
yourlips onto the tablecloth,
To make my self a vigilante heart.
AA 5/29/07
Partial poem of mine
You, My Love, can turn your Heart into the Coldest Igloo in Alaska and Sink it to the Bottom of the Icy Northern Sea, to Rest among the Shit and Silt and Skeletons of Whales. Can you hear their Mournful Song? Foolish, I, let the Northern Lights lead me on.
Here's my latest .....Poem -Mwah ha hahahaI'm So Tired.
Fuckin' Tired!
of Being Somebody's Daughter,
Somebody's Wife,
Somebody's Lover.
Somebody's Life.
Sometimes?
I just Wanna
Reach Up!
And Out!
And Pull Off !!!
This Pallid Skin I'm In...
And Go Running With The Wolves, Baby.
My Tongue Hanging Out,
Saliva Dripping Silver
In the Starlight,
Crunch a squeaking field mouse
in My Powerful Jaws,
Blood... Running Red, and Bright,
My Delight.
I Want to Dream with the Wolves, Baby.
My Back Leg Shaking
It's SO Right,
and the Hunt...?
Ecstasy, A Dancing Dream of Love Tonight.
Blood and Thorns, and Mud, and Cum,
Matted In My Brushed Chrome Fur,
In the Awful, Springtime Moon Light.
I Die, You Die,
We All Die
This Night.
Ladies Who Run With Wolves, and Scissors, and
a Lollipop, in My Mouth
Song: COULD WE START AGAIN, PLEASE? Lyrics
I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
I think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a vote,
So could we start again please?
ALL
I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
O I Love God. AAGOT MANNA?
brWHY isn't sexy, curvy, or Phat, a body type choice on my space? I think the body style choices are culturally biased, nay, even, prejudiced. Phat Chix Rock! ..