Riding the sexual urge,
We're streaming away and away.
Sex is our excellent forge,
For melting your soul astray.
...
A marriage has these pauses:
Unsaid remains unsaid.
The mind-trap likely closes,
All thought is quickly dead.
...
Your own Fate will step aside.
Somebody's presence is so nigh,
Good, bad, or neutral tide?
You can't perceive it, never try.
...
It was, of course, long ago,
But we are still alive,
The drinking: as a sort of vow,
And just a little of jive.
...
The absence of peril,
Is a peril, of sorts.
You're living as you will,
Nirvana, all comforts.
...
The searching can be bitter,
The searching can be sweet.
God is not our 'hitter',
We are not 'cannon meat'.
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A slightly vampish girl I see,
Black hair, reddest lips.
Maybe a monster she'll conceive
In her nightmarish trips.
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It tolls, of course, for your love.
Of which you saw the sudden end,
Maybe you cry, aghast, enough!
But still it tolls, for all the undead.
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Slight movements of a slender hand -
Just touching a slender earring.
Her life is stretching far ahead,
She is not worried by a thing.
...
The skin of your teeth,
Is the strongest tie to life.
Yes, we can hardly breathe,
But we cannot really die.
...