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The Phoenix pt I

The Phoenix rises with a shout.
Her pain and loss manifested
By erupting streams of lava
Flowing from the flapping wings of flame.
Each touch destroys
Each cry annihilates
Each flap sucks the air from the room.
Yet she moves with the grace of a gazelle,
Affecting all,
Yet impervious that her presence
Rains ash from the heavens,
Covering the land in gray snow fall.

Each step along the ground
Resounds with pounds.
She sends shivers through the cold hearts
Of men and women alike.
Sets groins afire,
Yet she stares with ire at all but those
Who pose a challenge.
Only the worthy may stand within her ring of fire.
Her lips inject pain
Yet the feel of her body
Defines pleasures beyond comprehension.
Her burstings, and ruptures
Causing catastrophic calamity
And bodies yearning for just a little death
So that life might be born anew.
All wish to be near,
But few survive her melting.

The Phoenix settles.
Her comings and goings stealthy,
Seen by none,
But perceived in the blazing hearts
Of those pierced by her evil intent.
Those used, lay in urns,
Resting fitfully among the dust from whence they came.
Those she tolerates, moan in pain,
Her withdrawal more painful than her coming in.
Those she loves radiate visibly.
The fiery light that she shines
Reflecting brightly from their souls
Through their eyes,
Blinding the sun, causing it to hide.
 
The Phoenix pt II

The Phoenix is not sweet.
She is an aberration.
She is a mix of vile and nasty motives,
Evil intentions and wicked instructions.
Her heart is flexed more towards being in flux,
And even her black blood burns when spilled.
The Phoenix will not love
Knows not love
Won’t grow love
Would rather fly below than above
Is inconsiderate of lesser
And wasters, her life as fluid as the waters
That her tongue turns to steam
At a flick.

But, the Phoenix is sweet.
She is a conflagration of combustible components.
In skilled hands, her flamed feathers feel cool to touch
Her black blood turns to liquid light.
Requiring sight beyond sight,
It takes more than 20/20 to see her.
In skilled lips, her beak ceased to drip arsenic.
That instead of deadly pecks,
The Phoenix lavished licks,
Kisses that brand sub dermal layers
Bathing them in blue flames, and red fire.
Place her in a box at your peril,
And feel your last breath evaporate
In a fit of orgasmic rage.

The Phoenix is anger incarnate
She is a Fate, a Siren, an Angel.
She is the fire that rages in the heart of man
The burn that sparks action.
The explosion that overcomes.
The simmer that seethes, leading to
The boil that destroys.
She is loved, yet cautious
And before eating from your hand
She would rather remove your fingers
And wear them as a reminder.
She will love.
She knows love.
A dark love,
She grows love.
The Phoenix is love…
Raw, unprocessed, un devoured.
She is a force.
Nature bends to her call.
 
How goes it, BMF? I haven't deserted, just a little writer's block and real life getting in the way. New one for Juliet coming soon. :D
 
My confession

This ain't a tale of woe,
No, not from me,
Because you see, this year
I'm free of VD.

Hold your horses,
And don't judge me.
Just 'cause in past years
I shared VD.
With lovelies, and cuties,
And once, with a slut,
I've learned my lesson,
I'm done with that lot.

The first time,
I swear! I just didn't know.
It happened,
I wasn't prepared,
Took me by surprise, so I wasn't scared.

The next time, I knew,
But I didn't care
She loved me and I her
No cause to despair.
Only later when the itch wasn't there,
I decided I'd spare
Myself the remorse
Vaccinate for the sickness
For better or worse.

But a year later,
I was at it again,
'twas a casual fling,
FWB flared due to VD.

Don't you stare at me,
They all knew,
We all shared.
Most were enthusiastic,
And, besides, what's so drastic about Valentine's Day?
OHHH. I SEE!
Not that kinda VD!
Of that too I am free,
I'm just saying,
Got no date for VD.
 
Awesome job gentlemen :)


fr33ks33k-Hope, sometimes its all we have and it can do so much.


BMF- Phoenix Series. I like it. A bit different and darker but good. (Gives you a big hug, since you mention a bit of melchanoly)

Tek- Nice play on words sir.;)
 
Good morning BMF. I see you've been busy with two new poems last night...as always...very good. :)
 
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