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eyes of rumbling fire
when she looks at me
with that burning desire
I walk the distance
and bathe in flames for a while.

lips of thundering waterfalls
when she beckons to me
with those Parthenopean calls
I swim the distance
and dance in waves for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

skin of icy winds and hailstorm
when I look at her
with a thirst to take in her form
she glides the distance
and I drink her in for a while.

hair of dark shadow and stone
when I talk to her
with trembling voice and tone
she strides the distance
and I steady myself for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

hands of red and teeth of white
when she kisses me
with a hunger so full of spite
she cuts the distance
and I give myself for a while.

cries of pain and howls of delight
when I kiss her
with an ordinary, yet ravaging bite
I cleave the distance
and she becomes ravished for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me
leaves no room for the scavengers
The sky is crying
   crying to hide my tears
when  the flowers are withered.........                                  
  to hide my scars
the only peaceful thought is
   can death be a solution ....?
deep inside the core is ravage
  the only thing left
is another night to cry
M Solav Jan 2020
O like a breeze they stemmed,
From the north, like a storm;
Trampled these feet of ours!

A far reaching spell alone brought
Auguries of a will and ravage;
A hunger to be scorched.

Standing at the crossroad of a time,
Holding the floor tide by tide;
Aiming thus far fair and well.

Nor a soul ever was to complain,
First were they once they came;
And seats taken all the same.

Minuscule down the immense
Must all find where to commence
A motion towards shared quests?

But as these perish, unsheathed swords,
Their sediments to restore the world
And all else shall be vain!

May some through fortune stand and last
Upon all this dream of a burning land
Way up high beyond stars.
Written in September 2016 - for a photopoetry book titled "Thousand Reflections on Lake Qiandao"


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Eric Babsy Oct 2018
He stalks like a cat.
Then he roars aloud to scare out their attempts.
He is bringing swinging claws.
Swinging from his metal paws.

He only wants the human his master thinks.
To rip apart their work stink.
His brothers rumble the ground.
They also fly from the sky circling around.

Remembering the sounds of cries of the past.
Just like his brothers to sneak a midnight snack.
Not only that but the pesky insects that feed.
As they try to fight to end a world of greed.

Roaring once more at the parasites host.
Only one can save them to grow.
He throws another roar to the wind.
To be, feed, his fill of skin.

Not to be hated but always feared by his foes.
He will go wherever his scent will go.
Try another round of joe.
What he thinks no one will ever know.

Right now we have all we need.
After the far cry is heard he is swift at the deed.
Try again and again to ravage the pain.
What he finds out might make you go insane.
The town is ravaged, as you take your looks away from me
So begins the life long battle
Waiting for the roads to rattle
And i rise to face the day
That gives me the pain
And break my chain
And ravage the town in vain

— The End —