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Demon. Part. 1.

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March 12, 2017

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It starts as laughter

Then it starts to creep

This ache that builds up

The itch starts to seep.


The body starts aching

Building with need

Pretending it’s not there 

Not paying it any heed


Body starts craving

Thinking bout misbehaving 

As thoughts start to fade away

The body fills with need. 


Mind starts quaking

Body shaking

You know just what your body is screaming for.  

Sex is what it needs. 


Body takes over

Trying to feed. 

Telling it no

It is just full of greed


It turns on you 

And then you fight the beast. 


Mano a Mano

You fight tooth and nail.

Only knowing. .

You mustn’t fail. 


You fight 

until both are tired

Exhausted beyond breath.

You made it through this time. 

But next time hasn’t happened yet.  


It starts as laughter

Then it starts to creep

This ache that buuilds up

The itch starts to seep.

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The Guitarist

Filed under: Friends, Living, luna's world, luna'sworld, lunawitch15, music, Poetry, poetry, Uncategorized — Leave a comment
July 30, 2016

(For dana) 

~My friend who plays like a dream.

Miss ya bud.~
Life has a way to bring one down

All the troubles just keeps a frown

Feeling lost

 angry inside

Even those liked

Aggravate one hugely at times

~

But there is a this thing

that helps the toll

Eases the mind

And the soul

~

So he …

*

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the chords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

~

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

Of different cords 

To set us free 

Even if 

*

for just a while

It helps us breath 

And even smile

~

So find your music

Within your soul

Let it help you

When life takes a toll

Remember the tunes

 the cords 

the rythme 

It helps

*

Least…

For a time
~

And he …

Gets lost in the rhythm

Gets lost in the strings

Feels the cords sooth everything

~

The strings play

Under his hands

And the rhythm dances 

As the cord changes stance

*

Over and over 

He plays melodies 

different cords 

To set us free 

Even if for just a little while

It helps us breath 

And even smile

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