Temptation Lust! My Fallen Angel
Is this I wonder my best work?
From the soul of a lonely clerk
I hear buzzing bees all around
Honey absent from my ground
Am I a poet? God knows if I am
All Eyes all ears glued on-line
Truth in lies, a cheat a scam
I steal lexicons for my rhyme
Stuck to my cunning ways
Infused ideas illusive ide
Seeking uncertainties trays
No limerick can set me free
To whom should I compare life?
Whose yardstick should I apply?
I see no end to my evolving strife
Always blinding my mind's eye
Mistrust drives my gushing stream
I struggle, flip, bounce for precious air
No on can hear stealth lungs scream
To the clutch of death I dare! I stare!
I am a gambler of souls
Flipping the meadow's down
To drunkenness my soul falls
Days and nights to lust I'm drawn
Who says cunning is no duty?
A warped mind begs to differ
I find the one beauty
The essence of Lucifer
From the thought of God
Conceived the fallen angel
I borrow his striking rod
To set up my daily table
A mother loves its child
No matter unconditionally
Each chaos stoke the wild
Celebrates life totally
Malice blind where it belongs
Low fog settling my heart
Darkness celebrates my song
Hell center frames my art
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poem by leaking Pen
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