joining...
....you set me on fire filling my soul with flame as your sensual sexual touch sends shivers through my body growing hard in your hands throbbing for more moaning as you move slowly teasingly slowly tip to base tip to base feeling you with my hands all of you how hot your flesh feels how wet you have became throaty breaths in my ear tasting your lips our hands moving faster movements in our hips biting your neck as you bite mine tasting blood tasting eternal time burning hot burning hotter the fire grows as the passion becomes frenzy faster and faster you feel so good your flesh is mine take my life take my soul take me as i take you furious moving moans becomes screams screams become growls the sacrament made the orgasm rocking pulsing vibrating us to the core sweaty trembling flesh forever more....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/27/13
Thursday, October 31, 2013
musing 22
....i see you, your flesh so soft and inviting, your eyes burning fires of passion, teasing temptress mistress goddess, deserving of worship of sacrifice, my heart my soul my flesh apon your altar, pleasuring and pleasing your flesh with flesh, worshiping you in ways of lust and animal fury, my life for you, my love for you, my soul for you, fanning the flames of your passion with my dying breath....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/27/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/27/13
musing 21
....the raven and the rose two symbols two souls the raven and the rose reunited from lives past from times broken the raven and the rose the circle is complete the souls joined together the raven and the rose two symbols two souls....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/26/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/26/13
musing 20
....merging with seeking your soul beastly desires feeling flesh against flesh rampaging lust in animals fury storms of passions moving worlds seeking sacrifice seeking your altar worshiping you as no other can pleasure apon pleasure building and growing moaning groaning growling howling desire desire desire....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/22/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/22/13
so they say
So they say there will be no pain but I felt it your fear at first then your pain deep and growing nothing compared with the exception childbirth a growing pain mixed emotion the pain did not stop and I felt it so they so it is painless and I felt what you felt the anguish the sorrow depth of your emptyness that now a filled void in you life so they say it is painless and yet I felt it all untill death took as you paid them to do because mommy they say it will be painless and yet I felt it all and now I feel nothing and you still hurt mommy was it worth it because they said it would be painless????
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/20/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/20/13
just a quickie
just a quickie lol: ....do you dare touch the flame that i offer the flame that burns hot with desire do you dare to feel the emotions you created do you dare to receive the desires that burn for you do you dare do you....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/19/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/19/13
story retold....
story retold....
by Greg Rogers
....feeling you so close to me your hot breath on my cheek reaching your arms around me beneath my shirt running your nails up my back as my arms reach around you running down to embrace your ass and push you into me further that first kiss along your neck moans escape you as your body begins to heat up and you start to tremble my heart pounding hard beneath my shirt setting the rhythm that we must follow kisses moving moving to your lips so soft so sweet the taste of your tongue as it rubs against mine our hips moving now to our hearts beating matching and mating to each other one beat one rhythm falling in passion to the ground with the wind outside singing for us as passion rise and fall and lust comes to take us in it's thrall clothes are in the way they cannot come off fast enough to feel your hot body your sultry flesh silken altar ready for sacrifice my flesh for you as my soul screams in agony for yours claiming you as you claim me bodies entwined lovers embraced hearing your words in your moans take me now take me true together we enter worlds unknown together magik is made flesh merges unto flesh sweating and panting hard as our hearts speed the rhythm as our bodies intertwine moving moving moving only with you such is the divine and the Lord and Lady nod and blush their approval and orgasms are granted fires burn high fires burn eternal life to life one from another the connection is there the touch is made the lifetimes relived as past becomes day so it begins the story retold so it has started once more as from old....
Posted on 05/16/13
by Greg Rogers
....feeling you so close to me your hot breath on my cheek reaching your arms around me beneath my shirt running your nails up my back as my arms reach around you running down to embrace your ass and push you into me further that first kiss along your neck moans escape you as your body begins to heat up and you start to tremble my heart pounding hard beneath my shirt setting the rhythm that we must follow kisses moving moving to your lips so soft so sweet the taste of your tongue as it rubs against mine our hips moving now to our hearts beating matching and mating to each other one beat one rhythm falling in passion to the ground with the wind outside singing for us as passion rise and fall and lust comes to take us in it's thrall clothes are in the way they cannot come off fast enough to feel your hot body your sultry flesh silken altar ready for sacrifice my flesh for you as my soul screams in agony for yours claiming you as you claim me bodies entwined lovers embraced hearing your words in your moans take me now take me true together we enter worlds unknown together magik is made flesh merges unto flesh sweating and panting hard as our hearts speed the rhythm as our bodies intertwine moving moving moving only with you such is the divine and the Lord and Lady nod and blush their approval and orgasms are granted fires burn high fires burn eternal life to life one from another the connection is there the touch is made the lifetimes relived as past becomes day so it begins the story retold so it has started once more as from old....
Posted on 05/16/13
Friday, August 2, 2013
thus i know....
thus i know....
by Greg Rogers
....in a brown desert with darkened stormy skies that never the storm comes a city of buildings wooden and concrete decaying as in death the flesh would fall windows shattered and hollow eyed the souls remain wander and crawl tortured and lost in there way in their death constant pain constant agony flashing lifes of murder and rape scenes before there hollowed eyes the moans of anguish a sad song no one says their names as the ones unseen are crippled and mutilated by minions laughing in their pain. desert as far as the eye can see nothing else surrounding me one mountain flattened a plateau one demon ruler the dead souls all no tall as tall is clothed in black wings pitted and rotted useless to see horns in the head the sides plus one is three green eyes glowed of foulness inert greedy and vindictive this crow decrypted bird wielding a whip of bone and stone for nothing bites the dead harder than the dead enslaving them all wailings echo strife and life and woe begging forgiveness but he will not let them go....
Posted on 05/14/13
by Greg Rogers
....in a brown desert with darkened stormy skies that never the storm comes a city of buildings wooden and concrete decaying as in death the flesh would fall windows shattered and hollow eyed the souls remain wander and crawl tortured and lost in there way in their death constant pain constant agony flashing lifes of murder and rape scenes before there hollowed eyes the moans of anguish a sad song no one says their names as the ones unseen are crippled and mutilated by minions laughing in their pain. desert as far as the eye can see nothing else surrounding me one mountain flattened a plateau one demon ruler the dead souls all no tall as tall is clothed in black wings pitted and rotted useless to see horns in the head the sides plus one is three green eyes glowed of foulness inert greedy and vindictive this crow decrypted bird wielding a whip of bone and stone for nothing bites the dead harder than the dead enslaving them all wailings echo strife and life and woe begging forgiveness but he will not let them go....
Posted on 05/14/13
the other past....
the other past....
by Greg Rogers
....and where is my shield maiden to stand beside me in this battle of life living in these times of strife that are brought apon us by others in power who tower the way with their shadows of pain where is my shield maiden to lay beside me during these times of rain keeping warm the light and the life the cold put to sway where is my shield maiden to hold my soul within hers mixing the worlds together joining the pieces that grow apart as time grows on and the world moves on to older ways of greying hair....
Posted on 05/13/13
by Greg Rogers
....and where is my shield maiden to stand beside me in this battle of life living in these times of strife that are brought apon us by others in power who tower the way with their shadows of pain where is my shield maiden to lay beside me during these times of rain keeping warm the light and the life the cold put to sway where is my shield maiden to hold my soul within hers mixing the worlds together joining the pieces that grow apart as time grows on and the world moves on to older ways of greying hair....
Posted on 05/13/13
Thursday, August 1, 2013
musing 19
....shall we dance naked beneath the stars flesh on flesh in each others arms moving slow in sexual teases breathing moaning as passions pleasing lustfully with hearts beating as one....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/02/13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/02/13
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
sending lines....
sending lines....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 6:35pm
….the crow flies straight as the raven sees all escortingthe dead as the soul moves on for peace or pain destination unknown never mindthe living for walking in lies ever mind the sinning for sexual minds infleshly pleasures and sinful delights lusciously living for the life of flightsetting the crow free and the raven unchained the soul moves on for only theflesh remains….
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 6:35pm
….the crow flies straight as the raven sees all escortingthe dead as the soul moves on for peace or pain destination unknown never mindthe living for walking in lies ever mind the sinning for sexual minds infleshly pleasures and sinful delights lusciously living for the life of flightsetting the crow free and the raven unchained the soul moves on for only theflesh remains….
tantric tease....
tantric tease....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Sunday, April 14, 2013 at 7:46pm
....through to the darkening hour of lust filled demon desires reaching for your breast pushing up against you to feel you breath and hear you moan as the pleasure begins a feast of flesh above all else food for the gods feeling you push back against me pulses racing feeding begins food for the souls mixed and tied food for the gods of sexual desine getting hot the fire grows getting hard the desire flows as a wet river of inhibitions release a flood of passion 'more' you whisper as words are hard to come 'more' you whisper as i feel your orgasm shutter and flutter from your toes to your eyes half shut as felines scratch the pain is exquisite testify to the sacrifice erected and inserted testify to the flow of sweating cumming to a head and bursting explosions of feasting flesh and tortured souls unite and mate under a blood moon in the darkening hours of lust filled demon desires....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Sunday, April 14, 2013 at 7:46pm
....through to the darkening hour of lust filled demon desires reaching for your breast pushing up against you to feel you breath and hear you moan as the pleasure begins a feast of flesh above all else food for the gods feeling you push back against me pulses racing feeding begins food for the souls mixed and tied food for the gods of sexual desine getting hot the fire grows getting hard the desire flows as a wet river of inhibitions release a flood of passion 'more' you whisper as words are hard to come 'more' you whisper as i feel your orgasm shutter and flutter from your toes to your eyes half shut as felines scratch the pain is exquisite testify to the sacrifice erected and inserted testify to the flow of sweating cumming to a head and bursting explosions of feasting flesh and tortured souls unite and mate under a blood moon in the darkening hours of lust filled demon desires....
Monday, April 8, 2013
musing 18
....for lack of mate, a life was wasted. for lack of a love, a soul was in darkness. for lack of it all, life is not worthy....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 04-05-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 04-05-13
Thursday, April 4, 2013
musing 17
....let us hold hands and embrace the sun awaiting the new day in this glorious dawn and dance through it all til comes the moon making love in the night giving thanks til the coming dawn....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-26-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-26-13
sainted torn....
sainted torn....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 8:49pm
....lay down and let be what shall be release the spirit in unto the abyss and seek the final bliss that is promised but never given that is written but never seen seeking the love and lust and passion of the flesh the is not found in the single life of the living through death and release of all that is none shall such torture be overcome floating and flowing and falling and following the escaping vision seen by all but rare to hold held found not lost troubled spirits bottled in broken glass it cannot go on nor continue to last going slowly in a fast of celebate ordained not refrained nor maintained lay down and let be what shall be...
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 8:49pm
....lay down and let be what shall be release the spirit in unto the abyss and seek the final bliss that is promised but never given that is written but never seen seeking the love and lust and passion of the flesh the is not found in the single life of the living through death and release of all that is none shall such torture be overcome floating and flowing and falling and following the escaping vision seen by all but rare to hold held found not lost troubled spirits bottled in broken glass it cannot go on nor continue to last going slowly in a fast of celebate ordained not refrained nor maintained lay down and let be what shall be...
Musing 16
....hallowed be this shallow grave for the soul here single in solitude lies in wait of the nothing that comes but echoes of rain through the past under the sun holding the rose of no name withered and blackened and twisted corrupted petals scattered to the dust of what remains....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-20-13
feel the fall of failed life....
feel the fall of failed life....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 at 2:54pm
....the tears fall in rivers of rushing blood flowing freely and empty a hollow sad sound of an empty soul a deserted forest of withered leaves and dying trees the tears provide no nurture deserts blowing in with the stinging wind devouring all in it's path leaving nothing but everything dry and bitter and brittle as the soul crumbles withered and lifeless of all emotion draining out of the flesh this empty husk of mortal wounds drained and dryed from the tears that fall drained with pain fall fall fall an endless torture of pitied pain drain drain drain there is no one to see them fall there is no one near to catch them all no one to replenish no one to replace the fear....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 at 2:54pm
....the tears fall in rivers of rushing blood flowing freely and empty a hollow sad sound of an empty soul a deserted forest of withered leaves and dying trees the tears provide no nurture deserts blowing in with the stinging wind devouring all in it's path leaving nothing but everything dry and bitter and brittle as the soul crumbles withered and lifeless of all emotion draining out of the flesh this empty husk of mortal wounds drained and dryed from the tears that fall drained with pain fall fall fall an endless torture of pitied pain drain drain drain there is no one to see them fall there is no one near to catch them all no one to replenish no one to replace the fear....
such is living....
such is living....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 6:36pm
….there is no time there is no motion for the soul in living damnation always in moving but no more than imitation of what the world views as life suffocating in all that surrounds smothered by those close by relentlessly going despite the pain despite the suffering of living the lie that you call life let the walls close in and crumble and fall let it be done once and for all some form of freedom some form of spark a kindred spirit some form of loving heart roaming and trudging along moving through emotions that no longer exist or never were born but seen in other lives read in stories and heard through savage rabid teeth mockery of mockeries even the raven sees past it all and through to the future of realms combined for one soul travels them all in tortured defiance of good and bad in living memory of deaths that pass on and on and on and the story is unchanged repeated over and over eternal life be damned….
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 6:36pm
….there is no time there is no motion for the soul in living damnation always in moving but no more than imitation of what the world views as life suffocating in all that surrounds smothered by those close by relentlessly going despite the pain despite the suffering of living the lie that you call life let the walls close in and crumble and fall let it be done once and for all some form of freedom some form of spark a kindred spirit some form of loving heart roaming and trudging along moving through emotions that no longer exist or never were born but seen in other lives read in stories and heard through savage rabid teeth mockery of mockeries even the raven sees past it all and through to the future of realms combined for one soul travels them all in tortured defiance of good and bad in living memory of deaths that pass on and on and on and the story is unchanged repeated over and over eternal life be damned….
Thursday, March 28, 2013
quickie....
quickie....
by Greg Rogers on Friday, March 8, 2013 at 8:57am ·
...through lucid passions of illusive dreams filled with lust and energy of merging flesh feeding frenzy of carnal satisfaction .moaning and groaning and screaming in movement of touch and taste through feel and felt high and low sweating merging of flesh skin apon skin making heat making love making the world disappear through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm recreating each other re-affirming themselves with vows of love....
by Greg Rogers on Friday, March 8, 2013 at 8:57am ·
...through lucid passions of illusive dreams filled with lust and energy of merging flesh feeding frenzy of carnal satisfaction .moaning and groaning and screaming in movement of touch and taste through feel and felt high and low sweating merging of flesh skin apon skin making heat making love making the world disappear through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm recreating each other re-affirming themselves with vows of love....
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
written in blood....
written in blood....
by Greg Rogers on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 2:31pm ·
....hold the blade firmly grip it tightly so it does not slip let it peirce the flesh cleanly feel the blood how warm and slick it is smell the copper tinge you have released taste it full and thick a rare wine of some degree all is nice is it not but wait my heart you have missed look the blade is plunged deeply you felt it scrape bone as you forced it hard into me the place is right a perfect hit into the center of my beating living breast but there is no heart how could you miss with such a precise strike where is it where has it gone oh where could it be oh thats right you devoured it already ripping it from me long ago eating it bloody raw as a beast in a passion storm my blood you have already tasted and tainted with your touch blackening into vile and refuse of what once was life now a rotting corpse stone in your soul your bowels kept there prisoner for all time and yet i still live your haunting nightmare of a sinful crime your walking hell on earth your living dead memory of what once was innocence now becomes death of all that is touched....
by Greg Rogers on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 at 2:31pm ·
....hold the blade firmly grip it tightly so it does not slip let it peirce the flesh cleanly feel the blood how warm and slick it is smell the copper tinge you have released taste it full and thick a rare wine of some degree all is nice is it not but wait my heart you have missed look the blade is plunged deeply you felt it scrape bone as you forced it hard into me the place is right a perfect hit into the center of my beating living breast but there is no heart how could you miss with such a precise strike where is it where has it gone oh where could it be oh thats right you devoured it already ripping it from me long ago eating it bloody raw as a beast in a passion storm my blood you have already tasted and tainted with your touch blackening into vile and refuse of what once was life now a rotting corpse stone in your soul your bowels kept there prisoner for all time and yet i still live your haunting nightmare of a sinful crime your walking hell on earth your living dead memory of what once was innocence now becomes death of all that is touched....
Sunday, March 24, 2013
look inside....
look inside....
by Greg Rogers on Monday, February 25, 2013 at 4:53pm ·
....look deeply inside this well
and see the soul entombed within
cold and dark feel the light leaving
soon night shall reign clouds filled with
torrential flashes of a life lived insane
smothering and flowing and venom filled throughout
the stones cold as hell is thought to be
hell is the thoughts of the soul lost mind
hearing the echos of no sound
screaming it's pain it's agony
no hears and no one sees
no one is there but the inner demons
that feed....
by Greg Rogers on Monday, February 25, 2013 at 4:53pm ·
....look deeply inside this well
and see the soul entombed within
cold and dark feel the light leaving
soon night shall reign clouds filled with
torrential flashes of a life lived insane
smothering and flowing and venom filled throughout
the stones cold as hell is thought to be
hell is the thoughts of the soul lost mind
hearing the echos of no sound
screaming it's pain it's agony
no hears and no one sees
no one is there but the inner demons
that feed....
such is the day that is none....
such is the day that is none....
by Greg Rogers on Thursday, February 21, 2013 at 10:34am ·
....the rose bloomed red with golden hue 'til the sun was stolen hidden away by the clouds covering the rose in darkness and despair changing it's look it's feel for life now blackened and hollow a picture of the world a reflection of the night and days it spends in loneliness and misery no wind blows now nothing moves the clouds no rays shine down for the rose no warmth no comfort tears fall as rain is sewn in sorrow despair distraught empty echoes sound as thunder rolls and rumbles how long will the rose last in this dead immortality how long shall the sun be hid and life smothered how long til the end comes nigh or it the end merely a dream....
by Greg Rogers on Thursday, February 21, 2013 at 10:34am ·
....the rose bloomed red with golden hue 'til the sun was stolen hidden away by the clouds covering the rose in darkness and despair changing it's look it's feel for life now blackened and hollow a picture of the world a reflection of the night and days it spends in loneliness and misery no wind blows now nothing moves the clouds no rays shine down for the rose no warmth no comfort tears fall as rain is sewn in sorrow despair distraught empty echoes sound as thunder rolls and rumbles how long will the rose last in this dead immortality how long shall the sun be hid and life smothered how long til the end comes nigh or it the end merely a dream....
musing 15
....through this lonely desire the empty walls echo the pain of the dying fire lost to the wind and the rain lost to nothing because all is the same....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-23-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-23-13
awaken the beast....
awaken the beast....
by Greg Rogers on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 at 9:13am ·
It wakes, hard, throbbing, and full waiting for your touch for your receiving of what is offered. Wanting and wanting overflowing with passion and lust hungry for your flesh for it’s carnal feeding apon you, inside you, moving and pistoning, pumping and pulling, slow then fast then faster the feeding frenzy has begun. Feeding hard and harder biting,
Scratching, hair pulling feast of all sane becoming insane. Hearing you moan and scream
And move, a living alter, a breathing machine of sexual desires and cravings. Wanting you needing feeling you growing growin growin faster harder faster harder push after push intensity building, passions growing begging for release wanting the freedom to flow throughout. Wanting you only you, your spirit, your heart, your flesh, your entire being and all you have to do is awaken with it and allow it to happen…
by Greg Rogers on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 at 9:13am ·
It wakes, hard, throbbing, and full waiting for your touch for your receiving of what is offered. Wanting and wanting overflowing with passion and lust hungry for your flesh for it’s carnal feeding apon you, inside you, moving and pistoning, pumping and pulling, slow then fast then faster the feeding frenzy has begun. Feeding hard and harder biting,
Scratching, hair pulling feast of all sane becoming insane. Hearing you moan and scream
And move, a living alter, a breathing machine of sexual desires and cravings. Wanting you needing feeling you growing growin growin faster harder faster harder push after push intensity building, passions growing begging for release wanting the freedom to flow throughout. Wanting you only you, your spirit, your heart, your flesh, your entire being and all you have to do is awaken with it and allow it to happen…
I have no gifts nor flowers
....i have no gifts nor flowers nor plans this night i never do there nothing i could say or do nothing i could plan that would explain the depth of my love for you together we are and together we shall be souls intertwined through eternity on this day as all the days before and all the days to come i offer you my love that has been yours and always will be....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-14-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 02-14-13
Saturday, March 9, 2013
misted note....
misted note....
the eyes see but the view is dimmed
the mind thinks but the thoughts are grim
the lungs breathe but the breath is not wanted
the body feels but there is nothing to feel
the heart beats but the sound echoes
within this shell of what used to be
a living vessel
now there is just this echo....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-24-12
the eyes see but the view is dimmed
the mind thinks but the thoughts are grim
the lungs breathe but the breath is not wanted
the body feels but there is nothing to feel
the heart beats but the sound echoes
within this shell of what used to be
a living vessel
now there is just this echo....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-24-12
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
question the day....
question the day....
in the days that end and those that follow there is nothing but sorrow today tomorrow tomorrow taking and turning and twisting and turning the insanity seed takes root and grows fertilized by those that never care or never show watered and tended by the demons of the day and through the night draining the life and replacing the flow turning it negative no longer does it glow why fight and what is the point the path has crumbled ruined and shamed all are innocent but all are blamed wander apon wander there is nothing knew wander apon wander this life pursued and abandoned tis true no feeling are left but pain and hate no feelings are left and it is my soul to take....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-23-12
in the days that end and those that follow there is nothing but sorrow today tomorrow tomorrow taking and turning and twisting and turning the insanity seed takes root and grows fertilized by those that never care or never show watered and tended by the demons of the day and through the night draining the life and replacing the flow turning it negative no longer does it glow why fight and what is the point the path has crumbled ruined and shamed all are innocent but all are blamed wander apon wander there is nothing knew wander apon wander this life pursued and abandoned tis true no feeling are left but pain and hate no feelings are left and it is my soul to take....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10-23-12
warned....
warned....
·
....the air is heavy and laden with loathsome lust
the pain is building and growing and there shall be not
a feeling nor emotion anymore the fight is starting
and not over yet the time to remove the blite from
'neath your roof the blood is the clue the symbol to move
on to your new and rid thee of the one infesting your
hearth bringing not joy to your heart nor joy
to your kin but explosions of pain from words and
fist eruptions of anger to hit and hit and hit
the time is now the warning i gave soon you will know
the truth of his game heed it now listen to heart and soul
heed it now and make the move to grow in life and love
and family once rid of the pain in safety you'll be....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/15/12
·
....the air is heavy and laden with loathsome lust
the pain is building and growing and there shall be not
a feeling nor emotion anymore the fight is starting
and not over yet the time to remove the blite from
'neath your roof the blood is the clue the symbol to move
on to your new and rid thee of the one infesting your
hearth bringing not joy to your heart nor joy
to your kin but explosions of pain from words and
fist eruptions of anger to hit and hit and hit
the time is now the warning i gave soon you will know
the truth of his game heed it now listen to heart and soul
heed it now and make the move to grow in life and love
and family once rid of the pain in safety you'll be....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/15/12
musing 14
....let it be done so it shall end well the suffer of souls through this living hell it shall be written through song and rhyme the life of this mortal son transferred with death to immortality heralded by the howl of the wolf....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/15/12
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/15/12
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
ramble the words....
ramble the words....
through the manic maze of the mind the spirit turns inward apon itself turning away from the lie of life and the knowledge that living is pain and life is suffering what is taught since birth are false claims of all that is believed and all that is told there is no future no past no present to behold for the living have damned itself unto hell on the mortal plains and realms of false reality screams in silence of echoes to deny the truth is buried covered in blood the truth is hidden drowned in the words of the living that believe they are true those that do not see nor feel what was once true life with spiritual meanings now run wild within the lies now prosper with falsehoods of right and wrong judging all that stand before them and not facing themselves with their own accusations what is the point when there is no point anymore and no souls real anymore with one truth that is never clouded or covered or buried that walks with us....death is real and comes swiftly with pain and pleasure releasing all unto freedom....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted 10/07/12
through the manic maze of the mind the spirit turns inward apon itself turning away from the lie of life and the knowledge that living is pain and life is suffering what is taught since birth are false claims of all that is believed and all that is told there is no future no past no present to behold for the living have damned itself unto hell on the mortal plains and realms of false reality screams in silence of echoes to deny the truth is buried covered in blood the truth is hidden drowned in the words of the living that believe they are true those that do not see nor feel what was once true life with spiritual meanings now run wild within the lies now prosper with falsehoods of right and wrong judging all that stand before them and not facing themselves with their own accusations what is the point when there is no point anymore and no souls real anymore with one truth that is never clouded or covered or buried that walks with us....death is real and comes swiftly with pain and pleasure releasing all unto freedom....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted 10/07/12
musing 13
....let the flesh crave the flesh and join into union for comfort to a weary soul even if for a brief moment atleast in that time of joining the world does not exist....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/08/12
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
claim....
claim....
the body is weary
the flesh is weak
the soul is drained
if you take from the
fire you must feed
the flame less the
light fade to
bitter dark
end game....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/03/12
the body is weary
the flesh is weak
the soul is drained
if you take from the
fire you must feed
the flame less the
light fade to
bitter dark
end game....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 10/03/12
Monday, February 11, 2013
prophecy....
prophecy....
·
....welcome to your death said the spirit to the flesh soon i shall be released
from this mortal pain and soul suffering to move on beyond this realm
onto the plain of the tenth level to rule and take up the throne
relief for the suffering lost of the city prison to reclaim what is mine
and you dear crow slaver and torturer of that they know
shall we battle again and finish this time fulfilling and ending
the prophesy of old this time your end shall be final and infinite
for your time has come since first we met and battled across the plains
it is my turn to rule my time to reign long have you chased me
attacking when i'm weak and still i am victor leaving you to lick your wounds
welcome to your death said the spirit to the flesh and know
that this is not an end but merely a new beginning....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/27/12
·
....welcome to your death said the spirit to the flesh soon i shall be released
from this mortal pain and soul suffering to move on beyond this realm
onto the plain of the tenth level to rule and take up the throne
relief for the suffering lost of the city prison to reclaim what is mine
and you dear crow slaver and torturer of that they know
shall we battle again and finish this time fulfilling and ending
the prophesy of old this time your end shall be final and infinite
for your time has come since first we met and battled across the plains
it is my turn to rule my time to reign long have you chased me
attacking when i'm weak and still i am victor leaving you to lick your wounds
welcome to your death said the spirit to the flesh and know
that this is not an end but merely a new beginning....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/27/12
Musing 12
....the sky spirits are angered this day spewing forth corpse clouds apon the teeming wind death is near til the marrow comes and dawn brings judgement to the deserved....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/26/12
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/26/12
sinfully said....
sinfully said....
....what name will you call me as i know you in the dark what words will you whisper while passions rain in lustful storms in my heated embrace of your flesh and your soul what sinful pleasures will you allow yourself as i sacrifice my body unto you....
....what name will you call me as i know you in the dark what words will you whisper while passions rain in lustful storms in my heated embrace of your flesh and your soul what sinful pleasures will you allow yourself as i sacrifice my body unto you....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 09/25/12
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