Suzanne

A gentle moan escapes her lips
Her eyes fixated as she moves her hips
A penis stares right back at her
It makes her fingers reach for more
And deeper still, as he plunges his cock
Into a wet, warm pussy. In a shock
Her body wiggles, squirms and falls
The image of his cum-filled balls
Engulfs her brain. Suzanne is forced
To leave behind a murky stain

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Celebration

Warm and cold currents, clashing together
Resulting in bursts of thunderous weather
A large crowd of people looks up in elation
Men and women alike shout out in ovation
The time has arrived for the grand celebration

Ten lightning bolts strike deep into Earth
Ten ancient gods venerating her birth
Ten giant stars shining bright during day
Ten pious monks kneeling down to pray
Ten different tongues form a vivid bouquet

Arise! the grand forces of nature—and rant!
Hear the priests and accept their chant!
Fill our breasts with great joy and with mirth!
Ravish our minds, let us prove our worth
to our beautiful Mother, whom we, children, girth.

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A simple thought

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we feed people before
Having them work, instead of
Making them work for food?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we treat all people
Equal, no matter their standing
When it comes to basic needs?

What if we provide people shelter,
What if we arrange them a secure
Future, and stop people from not
Knowing where they’ll be tomorrow?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we don’t expect anything
From anyone, in order for them
To have the right to live?

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Jocund summer boy

My inspiration quenched
With the warm summer rain
The light that drenched, dimmed
All my dreams again

The summer bird
Rang proudly my defeat
And not a word
Was lying at my feet

The cheerful winds
Blew dust into my eyes
I could not see beyond
The vast blue skies

The aspirations failed
To come to terms with joy
As I degraded back into a
Jocund summer boy

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The Wall

Are you regretting your past?
You must be
God created you and yet
You’re so incomplete

Never seeing the sky
Looking down at your feet
Stars laugh at your efforts
As they lead to delusions
Of something you call
“Finding yourself” or the
“Purpose of life”

So you run against the wall
And break down
Not knowing how to dismantle it
Piece by piece
Not knowing how to climb over it
And never realising you could just
Go around it
And put your past behind you

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