Passion Burns

I haven't wrote anything since last year. I'm in a horrible slump right now but here are a couple of poems.

Passion Burns​

Hot Passion Burns​

In the active mind​

Of this solitary runner​

Fantasies manifest​

Acting forbbiden desires​

With no remorse at all​

Hot Passion Burns​

In a physical way​

While the pace becomes quicker​

When it is done​

There will be nothing to tell​

For the rush of pleasure is near​

Hot Passion Burns​

Into the air​

Through escaping sounds of ecstasy​

Tension vanquished​

Muscles relax​

Due to this solo run​

December.18th 2004​

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I used to work at a call center. I wrote this about a woman that called in wanting her rebate.​

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Grandmother​

Her name is Asia​

She dreams about the comfort of money​

With a soft, secure voice and elderly eyes​

Places her mistakes onto others​

Leaving chaos and confusion​

Behind her path of kindness​

Febuary.3rd 2003​

Well, that's all that I'm putting up right now. Hope you liked them! ​

 

Sleeping no more the green dragon unfurls its coils, dreaming of money and communtiy. Made in China, like jade. The Void, the Abyss, the Grandmother of Tao. Thank you for sharing.... just a quick response.