Obituary

A shaken world of helpless men, seeking answers yet creating questions.Seeking life when they are constantly the reason for death.
Worshiping gods who preach love, in exchange for jihad, gods who place a race of jews above gentiles.
Seeking to free ourselves from racism and yet we spit into different faces, with gods who demand that we take the very lives they say they gave.

poem by Cupid Missed
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Honey eyes.

(for the girl in the bookstore)

lover and friend,
my very beginning,
my very end,
lips painted red,
cascading,
my breath fading,
a woman body sheathed
in dreams,
and toe curling climax
of gods beauty and natures touch,
breast heaving,
crests of heavenly brown,
shivers
of lovemaking on blades of grass,
and raven hair,
oooh! to be the climax vibrating in her chest!

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