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Out on a wander in the deep dark soul of my jungle I begin to ponder. I heard a deep mournful dark scream. I found myself falling, seeing, twisting, crying sighing As if in a dream, gripped by the cold tendrils of an ancient spirit keeper. The darkness pierced my soul Or so it tried You see my soul is empty My heart is rusted like a long ago buried treasure And then I saw the glorious warm light reaching to me. So I began to claw and fight feeling my being, not my soul Twisting, but not seeing As the light of life, flame of love burned bright As we two beings take off in flight intertwining becoming one. What is the purpose of two ghost dancers who collide in harmony? That are being shredded by the monstrous spirit keeper Whose claws glisten with our blood Eyes glint with pleasure from the pain it is causing these two souls Who now explode into the abyss of Hell I implore you What. Is. Love. Lost. Between……….
By H. Morgan Copyright 2006 Started in ’96 finished 1.25.06 I asked the great one. What are feelings? The great one answered They can fun, they can be freeing They can make you see a big beautiful world. Said the great one. I was almost led to believe this. I felt beyond cold as I told him. No, feelings can be painful, They can be turned, turned against you Torture you, coerce you into believing They are not painful Except in knowledge To have them surface again Oh no they are burned, Burned coals still red-hot Into my distant memory They will become none again I told the great one.
By H. Morgan Copyright 2003 I write of my thoughtsof what?? Diaphanously tumbling, twirling, swirling Out of control. I begin to mumble and then I sought To understand the meaning of two people. Their souls intertwining as one being. As one powerful star in the universe Burning bright, taking flight And then out of nowhere.. She shouts, as her heart is ripped out. Her life energy what it once was immensely flowing But where does it go? He faked his feelings as he is stealing from her, her soul He now has gripped her being NNNOOOO! Her heart, being, energy. To him is where it goes And now there is nothing left but a shell that is burning in hell. He has found another victim. As he sits on his throne gloating, He is really alone. It is my sight As I write. My last thoughts. By H. MorganCopyright 2003 Lub lub Pound, pound, pound Use to be the sound I heard Drip, drip, drip It makes me sick My blood The wolf is to lick Flowing slowly Ah the color of it Glows crimson red
You see it is my heart, my once beating heart It is ripped to shreds The wolf howls mournful And within the beastly pierce Is a lesson to be learned Guard yourself the wolf cried fiercely By H. MorganCopright 2003 The plunge 2 people who shared
an intimate night sparks flew before dancing the seductive dance leading to the bedroom awaking. It was ecstasy...
heaven. 2 bodies melting
into one. Two beings colliding in the stars before the plunge. The knife subtly
danced around the heart before it was plunged in and twisted. All the while no
hint or glimmer of the knife to come from the cruel mask of deceit that was worn by the assailant. Then it was pulled
out and all that was left was an empty shell and the brain wondering "what the he**"" By H.
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