Day: September 5, 2015

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With a sly grin
and an unblinking stare
he imparts a sudden hunger.
With a firm hand
upon my trembling knee
he conveys a secret desire.

I know the grin
and I know the stare,
I can feel the fear in my heart.
I know the touch
and burning desire,
but I will not be the quarry.

With a rogue grin
and a devil-may-care
tone, I express interest.
With a strong hand
upon his crotch, I squeeze
until he feels the fire.

I know the pain
is superficial,
but this is not an end-run.
I know the beast
and why he comes here,
but I’ll be his prey no longer.

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Back when I was king
All obeyed my rule
And now like a fool
I govern nothing

Back when you were mine
I was happiest
Now seems I’m depressed
Almost all the time

Back when things made sense
I spoke gibberish
Nowadays I wish
A day sans nonsense

Presently the thing
That’s rigmarole
Is my confused soul
Without your loving

At the present time
I’m making a stance
No more song and dance
To make your heart mine

Very soon this fence
Will not hold my weight
And it will dictate
I use common sense

Know this Ragman roll
Is not meaningless
Well, that is unless
The string led to no scroll

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Accismus lives within us,
— The quiet cousin of jealousy.
It slowly kills inside out,
— Always feigning objectivity.

Figure of refutation,
— In rhetoric, a figure of speech.
A fictitious refusal
— Of true desires, an inner breach.

Accismus tends to give us
— A feigned and insincere modesty.
Thought of as a virtue or a vice,
— And usually seen as irony.

Beware your reputation,
— Diligently practice what you preach.
Take care, for your character
— May be blotched and marred beyond your reach.