Nicholas of the NameNicholas, of flowing name rest your head and sleep.Nicholas of the Name
yet a child, but yet again,
you will grow and love.
and sing the song,
have lofty goals,
and a broken heart.
Nicholas, of noble name,
take the time to rest-
as your babes' eyes
fade slow to blank
innocence comes hard-fought.
Nicholas, of human birth,
you will covet,
you will want,
you will be depraved.
You like your forebears
will sit on a throne with stone and metal
cooling your hands.
Silent Dreamssilent dreams vibrate 'cross your fingertips. I watch you sleep in a self-made nest I would join you were I ableSilent Dreams
silent cacophony
touches my ears I see you smile silently, at silent dreams as time bleaches your hair white and takes away your youth
I see you reside in silent dreams leaving me to wait for you and I will,
jealousy reaming lines and crags of suffering in my expression as I become a mountain
looming angry and denied
you lay waiting to finally be cured.
Worshipover your hair I drag my lipsWorship
on a torcherous journey- -for the joy will end.
I drink your warmth
as plants drink dew-
-with a song in my heart for you, for you.
In the light, the tresses
show facets, cut more expertly
than a jeweler has skill
half-awake, I could cry with joy,
for the silent happiness
in touching you.
The Trombonefrosted bronze burns and though my skin sticks I will still touch you.The Trombone
In my hands and in my arms (for I will cradle you to bring you warmth)
my lips touch yours
for minutes,
an hour,
a day?
Yes and I will part my lips
yours are always parted
will you tempt me for more? ...to go lower...
though I can touch you,
you do not touch me,
and I do not ache for you
with tears that stain you
and burn trails down my face.
I am yours
a slave
to something that does not feel.
It's coming...
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"Always do right. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest!"...Mark Twain
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
I really miss you! Where are you???
Are you away and not getting any
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
Really, we will. And you don't want to have to clean up that mess, do you?
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Ah, se ela soubesse/que quando ela passa/O mundo sorrindo/se enche de graça/E fica mais lindo/por causa do amor
Ah, if she only knew/that when she passes/the world smiles/fills itself with grace/and is more beautiful/because of love
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