Poems of evil

Poems of evil


Dedicated to a Charles Baudelaire

Midnight dark coat of midnight the Paris 
Lonely man smoking drugs 
Visions of blurry pictures 
World waving over his words 

On cold sand death animal 
Symbol of falling love and raising of death 
Watching bleeding sky
Streaming stars in reflecting moon 

Resonances in man a voice 
Beautiful women 
Dying flowers in stones 
Touching of darkness 

Under erotic pleasure 
Rooms are full of strange friends 

Damned poets and damned livers 
Damned loves and damned deaths 
Damned rituals and damned all 
Breathing heavily on the floor

White smoke and black dust 
Cutting form 

Searching in words 
Sense of essences 
Women legs are open wide 
Mouths are connectors 

Whispering are keepers of seduce 
Early morning 
Writing on palm 

Blue moon still holding  all a stars 
Hands are in pocket of wet freedom 
World is divide into order and chaos 

Human soul is suffering under rule of logos 
Walking into coffee house 
Where all weeping in hearts 
Became inspiration for evil 

Triumph of strong will 
Summer night and paradise of opium 
Euphoric verse in gloom 
Nothing is better 

Then your self 
Critics are weakest ones 
They will never experienced 
With broken mind or heart 

They will always point out 
On weak and cannot see strong and good 
Real creation will survive 
Fame for while 

But after 10 minutes to again write 
But never be like a you 

Creative writing 
Creative living 
Creative loving 

© 2018 AVOIDER

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Yesterday in a library . I find it Rimbaud and Baudelaire poetry. When I start recitate to my a wife. She told me they poetry is like a mine. So i just write down my imagination what they feel and live that time in the Paris.

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The exomoon lv 426. Fiorina fury 161, WA, United Kingdom

I want just make few things really clear. I am not normal person , I was born with few mental dysfunctions. So it's quiet pointless judge my writing by normal criterias. I find funny how you normals.. more..