I lust and want,
an unfulfillable hunger.
A starving declaration of want and the need to fulfill it.
are not vacate instead
watch imprisoned in flesh and bone
Screams and moans echo
From a cell next door….
I thought this was an interesting article.
Why be Vegan?
I don’t get it:
What’s the difference between a plant and a meat?
Is it higher consciousness or cultural bigotry?
Although plants don’t have brains, or eyes, it is still life.
Now if you really want to do something, exist solely on sexual chi.
More pleasurable too….
If you only knew what I see….
A voyage of Spirit Time,
some poor soul on a billionth lifetime traveling to earth by a sleeper seed ship.
He’s been ant colonies on a planet of mud.
But the sex colonies of Earth are the best for corporal addicts….
“Hey, all I want is my refund and my ticket off this rock!!”
Spiritual Advisor/ Customer Service:
“But soul, you are contracted for another 3 lifetimes….”
I already fucked these people . And I’m sure some of them repeatedly….and I have complaints!
There is no Soulmate on this plain and I simply refuse any sexual contact.
Fucking penal colony….
There’s no free expression here, too many taboos and religious conflicts,
I don’t know, but
I ain’t doing it no more….
(Says the sex addict, snicker….snicker)
It’s a never ending Dance while I live,
I disire to kiss Her,
while fearing Her ambrace.
Life goes on, moments are missing because I seeing Her on the streets, Him in a back alley,
In dreams I’m an Elemental,
Waking I’m just a conflicted man,
wondering the world….
crawls to swallow every thing.
You lose your wife to a
Your son split into
one happy and smart,
vengeful and hateful….
cowering before darkness,
dying on the ground.
I told my real son that I would die, because I took it as the omen it was.
The true enough:
dying on the floor.
Struck down by my
I struck him down first.
In defense of wife and house,
but he won’t back down….
I didn’t die,
Though my soul is
wife and children,
two daugthers and I love them all!)
I didn’t die,…or did I?
Stupid stupid, fly.
I tried really hard that time,
But the more I feed,
the tighter it’s grip
Freaky me evermore.
Satiated and empty I
gurdge myself on
Feeding in a endless
loop, how ever do I