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Beauty, behold your lips so gracefully flush with expectation,
Smile, so satisfying, mildly resting on insipid words I can't spell,
Yet, when you put my mind at ease, I fail to yield to your smell,
One thrills, I spend my days searching in sumptuous exasperation.
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(Demon - medieval English folklore)
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Evening, as slow as thy flaccid gases descend,
Covered with gentlest push on the stool so still,
The straining battlement, and coldest chill
Now explosive; I think of bowels that have to bend.
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To spin a tale of fancy, to
wash emptiness so clean,

The mind sharp, but caught
...

The spoils of the air, irriguous water,
cleansing the Universal Soul of evil
breath, mercilessly settling on all
plants.
...

Lest thee not give grace
before each and every
partaking,
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The glamorous road, so winding
and long, sculpted from the
earth by hands of spiritual
wealth,
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(Symbolic eye - exaggerated painted
eye within a emblem resembling the
figure of a man's bearded face with a
woman's naked body.)
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(The meaning of living together)
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O, Poet, strangely perfect, thy thoughts so keenly splayed,
You speak as though the earth was formed by your tailor,
Stitched with hand tools, a compass borrowed from a sailor,
Skillfully rolled, divinely filled with holy water after you prayed.
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(Devil - fallen angel)
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(African Antelope)
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Inspired by atomic transformation, the Devil has
found the energy required to map earth's rivers of
blood,
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Embarking on the will of ordained revelation,
focusing on a selfish world no one can
afford,
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I climbed aboard a dream
Seating myself on little trust,
My soul began to slowly move
Across rails of love strung over dust.
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When your soul vanishes,
and your friends turn you out,
Where do you turn
in this wicked world of doubt?
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(the act of free will)
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Bombs strapped to the
gonads of the Devil,

Rabid fear pushed to an
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My friend spoke with a cadence
that sounded like horse breath.

When it snowed, we used to
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Alas! his call to the
townspeople, the beginning of
history, the awakening of raw
sacrifice,
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Yorktown Disciple Biography

Central Washington University BA in Philosophy/Minor in Economics)

The Best Poem Of Yorktown Disciple

Spanking Love

Beauty, behold your lips so gracefully flush with expectation,
Smile, so satisfying, mildly resting on insipid words I can't spell,
Yet, when you put my mind at ease, I fail to yield to your smell,
One thrills, I spend my days searching in sumptuous exasperation.

Rapture does not explain the affection at the bottom of my soul
Soaring excitement elevates some of what I often feel,
God knows the torment raging in me, due to your fervid appeal.
I will stay pastoral when you place your glance upon love's goal.

Oh, you are the dearest to me, an angel, so blessed without travail,
Gleaming in your face, exclusive bounty of wanton lust,
Scatters my mind on jagged shoals, turning rock into dust.
Nothing left to grab or steal, as my longing begins to soar and sail.

So, kiss me trifle, kiss me hard, fill my desire with untold splendor,
And I will give back to you, all that I have, lovingly and so tender.

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