I love you all..
-Mad


In The Morning - After HoursI love the way you handle corruption With a such a vague and childish air Staring into the poolIn The Morning - After Hours
Of what I am insisting is Cherry Soda But I’m doubting you believe me
I love the way you’re lost In sin Letting my hands caress at your skin Finding all those sexual curves Slick with sweat
Or maybe that’s from me
I love the way you whisper “Careful please. Slower, faster” I know this is your first time With someone like me
I love the way you pretend That you have no fear Of what is to come Of what the others will say &


Reasons Behind My AddictionMy mother told me once When I was very young That playing with fire wasn’t safe And hitting wasn’t kindReasons Behind My Addiction
I thought that pain meant bleeding I thought that hurting meant hating
But I didn’t know that words could kill
I knew that heat could blister I knew that fire burned But those words cut wounds that wouldn’t heal
I knew that punches would leave a bruise Blood pooled just beneath the skin I knew that kicks could break bones And leave you stuck in bed But those words created a tangled web Deep inside my head
And when I t


Lucid Dream Of A Lost GirlIn a lucid dream I once wrote, A poem of symbolic memory. And while I sang it. Softly. I remembered, The. First. Time. The sweet nothings. That held So much romantic meaning, As I slowly forgot how to cry.Lucid Dream Of A Lost Girl
That was also, The. Last. Time.
I sleep. Away. Another day. In this state of obscurity. I reach of place filled with candy flowers, That curve around the sunny groves. I find. A corner. Of this. World. To spread the ashes of this poem, I had written so long ago.
When I awake in a forgotten place. Perhaps a room where yo
Why so long there are no news?
We wait!
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Art of my friends: Ferres comics :: Gary Roberts comics :: Quoom 3D :: Bdsm comics :: Adult comics :: Erotic comics
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If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?
Thanks for the support.
Rev. Dr. J Spectre
Your Friendly Neighborhood Vodou Priest
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"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why." -William Faulkner
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