Welcome to my Filthy Mind: Dark poety

[cindyq11]

Un menage a trois
Is one too far:
I much prefer
Un pas de deux!

Une est mieux que deux,
Mais çi tu peut avoir une de plus
Je pense que tu es
Tellement plus chanceux...

haven't you ever heard? The more the merrier? lol

C'est le premier fois que j'ai voit quelque chose en français... bravo!

Les deux et trois
font la meme joie
si les joueuses
sont amoureuses.

A bientot, mes cheres.

De mieux en mieux!

Je sais exactement ce que je pense au tout ceci, mais je peux ne jamais trouver des mots pour le mettre dans.
Peut-être si j'obtiens ivre je pourrais le danser pour vous

[cindyq11]

An Ode to an Oreo

An Ode to an Oreo

Hard to believe you haven't taken the test
Sinfully delicious and my opinion best

Hard chocolate covering on the oustide
Creamy white filling on the inside

Two favorite ways to eat
Why don't you take a seat

First with a subtle twist
Of your wrist

You twirl the outside cookies apart with a spin
To divulge the glorious cream within

With patience and a careful twist
One side blank one side blissed

With warm tongue and tender strokes
The creamy mixture does evoke

A soft moan
Maybe a groan

Some may prefer a faster approach
Their teeth to cream do poach

And faster yet there is the dunk
Held fast between fingers they are sunk

Into a glass of frosty milk
A bite into this tastes like silk

Sweet, soft and creamy yet
If hungry you are this is your bet

One word of caution to you my friend
Get a small pack for you will eat to the end
_________________
Allison,

a friend, I had once, now gone to greater glory.

As Isadora Duncan once said, "Au revoir, mes amis, je vais ÃÂÂ* une plus grande gloire"

[cindyq11]

L'Art
by: Ezra Pound

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

From "Poems of Lustra", 1913
List all poems from "Poems of Lustra"

[cindyq11]

Words To My Friend
Understand me: I am a mediocre being,
Not good, not very bad, peaceful, a bit cunning.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices,
And gray is more dear to me than scarlet or ocher.

I love this dying day which grows dim by degrees,
A fire, the cloistered intimacy of a room
Where the lamps, veiling their amber transparencies,
Redden the antique bronze and turn the gray stoneware blue.

My eyes drop to the carpet smoother than sand,
Indolently, I evoke rivers flecked with gold
Where the clarity of the beautiful past still floats...
And nevertheless, I am quite guilty.

You see: I am at the age when a maiden gives her hand
To the man whom her weakness searches and dreads,
And I have not chosen a companion for the road,
Because you appeared at that turn in the road.

The hyacinth was bleeding on the red hills,
You were dreaming and Eros walked at your side...
I am woman, I have no right to beauty.
I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.

And I had the inexcusable audacity of wanting
Sisterly love fashioned with soft whiteness,
The furtive step that didn't trample the fern
And the sweet voice that comes to ally itself with evening.

They have forbidden me your hair, the look in your eyes,
It seems that your hair is long and full of odors
And it seems your eyes reveal strange longings
And grow agitated like rebellious waves.

They have pointed at me with irritated gestures,
Because my eyes searched out your tender look...
And seeing us go by, no one wanted to understand
That I had simply chosen you.

Consider the vile law that I transgress
And judge my love that knows nothing of evil,
As candid, as necessary and fatal
As the desire that joins lover to mistress.

They didn't read in my eyes how clearly I saw
The road where my destiny leads me,
And they have said, "Who is this damned woman
Who gnaws blindly at the flames of hell?"

Leave them to the concern of their impure morality,
And let us imagine that dawn has the blondness of honey,
That days without spite and nights without malice
Come, such as lovers whose goodness reassures...

We will go to see the clear stars on the mountains...
What matters to us, the judgment of men?
And what have we to doubt, since we are
Pure before life and since we love one another?...

from At The Sweet Hour of Hand In Hand, trans. Sandia Belgrade, 1979

----
Renee Vivien

[kinkyone]

my my ....some pretty talented ppl here ....

[gal4]

Winter is Icummen in
(Ezra Pound)

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am,
Goddamm.
So 'gainst the winter's balm
Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm
Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm,
DAMM.

[gal4]

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxnome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-- Lewis Carroll

[Rogue]

THE TRIAL
by Rogue


On Monday morning, the trial would resume
Crucial testimony heard the courtroom
I call Jane Davies, the young lawyer said
And then sat up a pretty redhead

In your own words, he started to delve
Just what happened on the night of May 12?
I got in from work, at six she began
The sitter was paid and I called my friend Stan

They sat on the floor, four eyes fixed on mine
“Mommy’s home and look I brought wine!”
I took off my earrings, right by the mirror
When somebody’s footsteps soon sounded nearer

I jumped at the sight, of the intruding stranger
A gun in his hand the immediate danger
Who are you? I asked, and what do you want?
“Just some fun, with the pair that you flaunt”

Don’t dare touch me, you big stupid jerk!
“It’s not you I desire,” he said with a smirk
He kneeled down swiftly, right by my feet
“So pretty they are” he’d always repeat

He reached with one hand, touching his prey
I helplessly watched as he took them away
A pair of handcuffs, fell to the ground
“Put these on, and don’t make a sound”

He unzipped his pants, and was hard as a rock
He mounted the first with that enormous cock
No, you can’t! I screamed at the man
But his sick violation had only began

He groaned in excitement, at having his way
“For too long, I have dreamed of this day!”
It brought me to tears, the crime he’d commit
The more I pleaded the more he enjoyed it

I winced at witnessing his manhood explode
Grunting and laughing and dumping his load
He took hold of the other, and started to smell
“So soft”, he said, “You’ve treated her well”

Please, stop it, I started to beg
He returned to his thrusting and leaned on one leg
Another assault, by this unstoppable demon
Filling his victim’s insides with semen

He turned and joked, ‘Sorry for the mess’
Wiping his sweat and starting to dress
“Don’t call for help, did, did I stammer?”
Or they’ll find your loved ones crushed with a hammer

He bagged them and dragged them, back to his lair
God knows what else he did to them there
For days they were prisoners, behind a locked door
To ravage them til he could cum no more

“Did the police find anything, up on that hill?”
We searched and searched, with all of our will
He probably buried them, deep in the ground
Where maggots and worms will always surround

I’d never give up, I always did vow
But I doubt I would even recognize them now
Take your time said the lawyer, I know this is hard
She paused to reflect on a life now marred

How old were your twins? asked Mr. Colder
“Just three months, and not one day older!”
The courtroom gasped, who could commit such an act
Is it that big a deal? the man quickly wisecracked

Do you see this monster, before you today?
“That’s him right there”, with little delay
You realize Ms. Davies, you’re still under oath
"He raped them!" she shouted, "He raped them both."

Let the record show, who the witness pointed straight at
The defendant it was, Mr. Simon T. Lat
The jury stared at the accused, all twelve with a frown
“No further questions your honour”, and the attorney sat down


Part 2

Your witness - he soon told the lawyer
And up stood the tall, veteran Ms. Sawyer
“The victims were black, what’s the skin of your husband?”
He’s just my boyfriend, white from New Zealand

“What does he think of all this, where is Eddie?”
He doesn’t care, thought I had too many already
Says I spend 300 dollars, and they don't leave the flat
I bring them out when it suits me, what’s wrong with that?

“So you adopted illegally, that’s why your partner's not coloured”
“And what’s worse all day they were locked in a cupboard”
In the pile with the others, but I’ve cut open their toes
“You’re worse than the rapist!”; as the courtroom froze

But what adoption? she asked, it was only a store
I’ve never shoe shopped online before
The lawyer smiled, knowing a victory was won
‘Wait a minute’ murmured just about everyone

“You’ve been talking about high heels?”, the judge would intervene
Of course she replied, what do you think I mean?
“What about the babysitter, your kids on the floor?”
That’s the house sitter, the old woman next door

They’re just my iguanas, Cindy and Beth
They’re so cute I could almost hug them to death
“Why mislead the court?”, fumed Judge Brand
But they’re Louboutin pumps, you don’t understand!

“Judge I move to dismiss, charges of rape and murder”
And he banged his gavel the moment he heard her
“Allowing a 3 day search party, is far from funny”
“And wasting weeks of this state’s time and money”

One good thing came out of it, interrupted the loner
“For the longest time I've had a raging boner!”

[kinkyone]

....not bad...not bad at all.....infact nice rhyming

[Grm]

Long live life, swimming away from us
bringing us shocks, no longer without
just delivering dreams of fear
and driving us beyond insane.
A murky morning just rising up,
warm rays, no, just hard a start,
waiting to drag us down ounce more,
stop it, stop making a draining repossess.
Dunk

[gal4]

Amboy Dukes The Lyrics - Journey To The Center Of The Mind Lyrics

Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind

(CHORUS)
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind
Beyond the seas of thought
Beyond the realm of what
Across the streams of hopes and dreams
Where things are really not

But please realize
Youll probably be surprised
For it's the land unknown to man
Where fantasy is fact
So if you can, please understand
You might not come back

(CHORUS)

How happy life could be
If all of mankind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind
Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind
Center of the mind

[cindyq11]

"Strychnine"

Some folks like water,
Some folks like wine,
But I like a taste,
Of straight strychnine,
You may think it's funny,
That I like this stuff,
But once you've tried it,
You can't get enough,
The wine is red,
And poison is blue,
Strychnine is good,
Oh what's a ??? to you,

The wine is red,
And poison is blue,
Strychnine is good,
Oh what's a ??? to you, oh oh oh

If you listen to what I say,
And you try strychnine someday,
Make you choke,
It'll make you shout,
Illegal, and knock you high,
Some folks like water,
Some folks like wine,
But I like the taste,
Of straight strychnine,

---Cramps.

[gal4]

As far I can recall
I had only gont to the store
And now, sitting here restrained
By tight ropes binding my wrists
And around my bosom.

Try, try, to call for help,
But help is not coming,
It will never come.

Damn, here I sit, tears coming
flowing, as I struggle to free myself

No, no, why has it to be this way?
No, no, why is it always this way?

The beating I had endured, the wounds inflicted
The mocking laughter as I screamed
Only muted by the jawbreaking gag.

I have no feelings in my bottom, no feelings there anymore,
Dead, dead, my arms gone long limp,
My legs, my legs, still ache, still ache, but pain
pain, that is the only sensation left.

My breathing, breathing, is becoming shallower, and shallower,
and as I view the last dim view sunset,
on my life, and on my desire
I ask was this all worth it, was it?
The question will not be answered, for it is too late.

[Grm]

Very sad and evocative gal.

[innocent]

gal i just wanna give you huge big mega hugs. sory if not your thing but sending them anyways!
very touching verse tho. x

[gal4]

Originally Posted by innocent

gal i just wanna give you huge big mega hugs. sory if not your thing but sending them anyways!
very touching verse tho. x

Thank you. Appreciate it.

[gal4]

I remember life after the war.

Hiding in the ruins of the bombed buildings.

The man with no legs pushing his way on a tiny platform.

I remember playing alone.

I remember playing with the other children.

We did not have any toys.

We were making our own.

I remember the girl on the third floor.

She never played with us.

She was a ballerina.

I remember the stale smell of dark corridors.

I remember the drowned man exhausted from his last fight.

I remember faces that never smiled.

I remember my first day in school.

Hiding my face in the teachers lap and crying.

She let me go home.

I remember cold waters of the Baltic sea.

I remember sunsets and the silent silhouettes along the shoreline.

I remember the forest full of secrets.

I remember an unfinished painting and nobody around.

I remember the white aprons and the golden glow of fish in the baskets.

I remember the music teacher striking my fingers with a pencil.

I remember marching in a column.

I remember laying flowers to the monument of Lenin.

I remember my first glass of wine.

I remember the first girl I loved.

I remember my childhood.

[Grm]

giselle,living her life beyond our dreams,
such a supernova, she hurts your eyes,
exploding her thoughts over cyberspace,
leaving a phosphorescent trail in her wake.
The brightest object in the purple sky.

[gal4]

Indizintro

Du hörst gerne Ygdrasyl und Klamydia
Da rennst du ins CD Geschäft, da ham’ sie alles da
Oder du hörst gern Hip Hop-Scheiße, Techno oder so
Da schalltest du dein Radio ein, dann dudeln sie dich voll
Nur die armen Neonazis sind frustriert
Weil die Eure Landser immer wieder indizieren

Wenn die Herren Drogendealer dicke geschäfte Machen
Die Zecken ihren Dreck aushecken und die Kinderficker lachen
Dann hat die Staatsanwaltschaft etwas viel Wichtigeres zu tun
Sie jagen unsere CD Kuriere ohne Auszuruhen
Da wird dann stolz im Fernseh presentiert
Wie eure Landser immer wieder indiziert

"Der Berliner Polizei ist heute ein Schlag gegen die rechtsradikahle
Szene gelungen. Im Ost-Teil der Stadt wurden mehrere Wohnungen
durchsucht und rund 500 CD’s mit rechtsradikalen Texten beschlagnahmt,
Sie stammen vermutlich aus den USA und sollten in der Neonazi-Szene
vertrieben werden. Bei den Ermittlungen wurden 5 Personen festgenommen."

Manch ein guter Kamerad, der sagte schon zu mir:
"Versuch’s mal mit legalen Texten, vielleicht gelingt es dir…"
Ich hab’s wirklich ernstahft versucht, doch mir fiel nicht’s ein
Sovieles kann in diesem Staat ganz schnell ilegal sein
Und drum, solange dieser scheiß Staat existiert
Wird euer Landser immerwieder indiziert.

Aber Rockmusik kann nicht alles sein und eins, dass ist gewiss
Fall’n mir irgendwann keine Texte mehr ein dann werd ich Terrorist

Melody

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[Grm]

One dark night he met his black hole,
there was no dancing in this place.
just a repeated nightmare of lost,
now alone, alone,in the stygnian night.
falling in this empty sky down into the fathomless,
his heart turned to lead dragging him down.
Remembered tears drowning his happiness,
only his faint dreams keeping him from
the blackness of his trembling heart.