I See Your Face
When I look at porn, I see your face
all undressed in satin and lace
heaving to and fro apace
and then I feel like I have put you in place.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 05/14/13
Ray Kinserlow
Friday, August 2, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Epiphany
Epiphany
Draw back the curtain and see humanities' flow of energy,
Draw back the curtain and see Gods' all encompassing divinity.
Draw back the curtain and feel the axons rearrange.
Draw back the curtain and see the face of God change.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04/28/13
Draw back the curtain and see humanities' flow of energy,
Draw back the curtain and see Gods' all encompassing divinity.
Draw back the curtain and feel the axons rearrange.
Draw back the curtain and see the face of God change.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04/28/13
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Having Dinner with the Devil
Having Dinner with the Devil
Grief is the Devils domain,
a meal of potatoes ptomaine.
God does watch over those brought sad
by strewing memories good with the bad.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-24-13
Grief is the Devils domain,
a meal of potatoes ptomaine.
God does watch over those brought sad
by strewing memories good with the bad.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-24-13
Thursday, May 23, 2013
A Puff of Smoke
A Puff of Smoke
My words evaporate into a twisting puff of smoke,
Their meaning vanishing with the pen's stroke.
Like some Illuminati hovering over a manuscript divine,
My words flow, like unknowing snakes, all a twine.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-13-13
Monday, April 22, 2013
Diabolus ex Machina
Diabolus ex Machina
Satan exists in the soul of a new machine,
Stainless steel, Artfully it does demean
our existence. Existential angst comes upon us
cloaked in silicon and mathematicus.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted n 04-13-13
Satan exists in the soul of a new machine,
Stainless steel, Artfully it does demean
our existence. Existential angst comes upon us
cloaked in silicon and mathematicus.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted n 04-13-13
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Ode To Alanna
Ode To Alanna
I do not know whether it is an illusion
Or just a schizophrenic delusion,
But now a reality has set in
And I have no way to defend
Living a lie, living a lie.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-04-13
I do not know whether it is an illusion
Or just a schizophrenic delusion,
But now a reality has set in
And I have no way to defend
Living a lie, living a lie.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-04-13
Codependance
Codependance
I tried my damnedest to make you love me,
But I could never ever begin to see
It was only the residue, the dust
of a twisted, codependent lust.
Desperately, I sang my mating song
And then one Spring day you were gone.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-02-13
I tried my damnedest to make you love me,
But I could never ever begin to see
It was only the residue, the dust
of a twisted, codependent lust.
Desperately, I sang my mating song
And then one Spring day you were gone.
Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 04-02-13
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