<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062</id><updated>2012-01-13T01:13:51.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>Chris Steven Young</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8127281978980052973</id><published>2012-01-13T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:13:51.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The World</title><content type='html'>You think you have a future&lt;br /&gt;Don't fool yourselves&lt;br /&gt;Jewish girls&lt;br /&gt;Muslim girls&lt;br /&gt;Catholic girls&lt;br /&gt;Christian girls&lt;br /&gt;Evangelical girls&lt;br /&gt;Hindu girls&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist girls&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you girls&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8127281978980052973?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8127281978980052973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8127281978980052973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/fuck-world.html' title='Fuck The World'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8800462917091702256</id><published>2011-12-20T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:13:32.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Whore</title><content type='html'>Oh brazen wife of Lucifer!&lt;br /&gt;Oh mommy of us all!&lt;br /&gt;Oh scatological suffering at your hands!&lt;br /&gt;Oh trembling at the touch of your sanctified stiletto heels!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how you attend to the sacrosanct powdering of the balls!&lt;br /&gt;Oh eternal wife of Satan!&lt;br /&gt;Oh revolution of the libido!&lt;br /&gt;Oh milk laden breasts that are bursting!&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sensitive nipples of the goddess!&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pleasure of nursing!&lt;br /&gt;Oh the taste of mother’s milk!&lt;br /&gt;Oh the professional surgical circumcision!&lt;br /&gt;Oh maternal symbol of the moonlit night!&lt;br /&gt;Oh tall blonde in boots!&lt;br /&gt;Oh truly she has explored the boundaries of perversity!&lt;br /&gt;Oh enchantress from a golden age!&lt;br /&gt;Oh queen of all animal passion!&lt;br /&gt;Oh forever under your charismatic spell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doomed to live in our hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Licking the genitalia of American Whores&lt;br /&gt;I am an American Whore&lt;br /&gt;Filthy motherfuckin' American Whores aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;And our children have no chance&lt;br /&gt;We are all whores aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deranged and disturbed and depraved&lt;br /&gt;Obsession&lt;br /&gt;Personal and confidential&lt;br /&gt;I feel vulnerable with you&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you nurture me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8800462917091702256?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sexy&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly resist&lt;br /&gt;I could not resist at all&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was wearing black lingerie&lt;br /&gt;With little pink bows near her crotch&lt;br /&gt;Mommy enticed me into her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;She removed her clothes&lt;br /&gt;In some kind of devilish strip tease&lt;br /&gt;A woman in her forties&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the stiletto heels and stockings&lt;br /&gt;That she usually wore&lt;br /&gt;But all of a sudden she was naked before me&lt;br /&gt;Yes butt naked before me&lt;br /&gt;Mommy grabbed me by the shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Kissed me hard on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Our tongues danced to the infernal tempo of lust&lt;br /&gt;Mommy straddled me and inserted my penis into her vagina&lt;br /&gt;Riding me with a rhythmic motion&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, my girlfriend, entered the room and proceeded to lick my balls&lt;br /&gt;Until I came hard as a result&lt;br /&gt;Mommy came soon after me&lt;br /&gt;After I withdrew from Mommy&lt;br /&gt;I took her daughter’s clitoris into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Exciting my girlfriend to climax with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy entered the room and asked if he could join in&lt;br /&gt;I said I had to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4869278463240016050?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4869278463240016050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4869278463240016050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/mommy-our-tongues-danced-to-infernal.html' title='Mommy (Our tongues danced to the infernal tempo of lust)'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-5918755629460665263</id><published>2011-10-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:20:24.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Vodka</title><content type='html'>And they found&lt;br /&gt;All the empty vodka bottles&lt;br /&gt;Around the room&lt;br /&gt;In silent tribute&lt;br /&gt;To the memory of the deceased&lt;br /&gt;The clear ocean had drowned someone&lt;br /&gt;Who got lost in its impure waters&lt;br /&gt;Fading in the distance from a toxic shoreline&lt;br /&gt;Lapsed into a deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;A warm enveloping coma of death&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful&lt;br /&gt;So serene&lt;br /&gt;Without worry or concern&lt;br /&gt;For this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-5918755629460665263?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/5918755629460665263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/5918755629460665263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/death-by-vodka.html' title='Death By Vodka'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4390569743740867407</id><published>2011-09-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:56:10.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Of Darkness</title><content type='html'>I stole the title&lt;br /&gt;The way I want to steal her heart&lt;br /&gt;Traveling through the jungle of her emotions&lt;br /&gt;Conrad and Eliot knew how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Awash in the river of her soul&lt;br /&gt;Pushing onward onward onward&lt;br /&gt;Kurtz should have been a woman&lt;br /&gt;With the beauty and madness&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the flowing mane of her hair&lt;br /&gt;I feel the madness myself&lt;br /&gt;Sanity slowly slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the insane moments&lt;br /&gt;As Poe was&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a thief&lt;br /&gt;Possess everything that is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is rare as ivory&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the money&lt;br /&gt;Because I lust for beauty&lt;br /&gt;I lust for passion&lt;br /&gt;I lust for everything that she is&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the blood flowing through her veins&lt;br /&gt;The savage river of her body&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is a dark place&lt;br /&gt;The light and the love cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;But remain in her heart forever&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Her shining beauty&lt;br /&gt;At the center of all darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4390569743740867407?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4390569743740867407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4390569743740867407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/heart-of-darkness.html' title='Heart Of Darkness'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1519252155677573240</id><published>2011-09-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:55:25.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Pact Poem</title><content type='html'>If you want to kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;To take my life with yours&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought&lt;br /&gt;A suicide pact&lt;br /&gt;Between your feelings and mine&lt;br /&gt;Because I am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And fuck the reasons&lt;br /&gt;I do not care what anyone thinks&lt;br /&gt;About the love we share or how much I drink&lt;br /&gt;If you want to die&lt;br /&gt;I will go there with you&lt;br /&gt;To the gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you down&lt;br /&gt;If the madness calls I will answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;It is better than suffering a life all alone&lt;br /&gt;Dig your nails into my chest&lt;br /&gt;And rip out my heart&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;With blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;Grab me by the throat&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Rip open my pants&lt;br /&gt;And fuck me hard&lt;br /&gt;If you want it to end&lt;br /&gt;Please take me with you&lt;br /&gt;Then we could find some eternal peace&lt;br /&gt;Forever in your arms&lt;br /&gt;My face in your sweet breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1519252155677573240?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1519252155677573240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1519252155677573240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-want-to-kill-yourself-i-am-here.html' title='Suicide Pact Poem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3562772443298665442</id><published>2011-08-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:01:01.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sheets Are Red With Blood</title><content type='html'>Eyes that read my soul&lt;br /&gt;When I feel that I am drifting&lt;br /&gt;Memories of long ago&lt;br /&gt;When I would stand and listen&lt;br /&gt;Time changes a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;But not everything changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to understand&lt;br /&gt;All that has happened&lt;br /&gt;It all went by so fast&lt;br /&gt;That I felt like I was drowning&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself out of the depths&lt;br /&gt;Where I was lost and gasped for air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel connected to you&lt;br /&gt;Like there is no end&lt;br /&gt;To everything we feel&lt;br /&gt;About the past&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain we carry inside&lt;br /&gt;Is easier to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things I need are here&lt;br /&gt;But you are the exception&lt;br /&gt;The days go by, the sunset bleeds&lt;br /&gt;The nights are stained and lonely&lt;br /&gt;I talked myself into believing&lt;br /&gt;We were for the ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Until I die&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;The sheets are red with blood&lt;br /&gt;From all the times we did not care&lt;br /&gt;What time it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3562772443298665442?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3562772443298665442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3562772443298665442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/sheets-are-red-with-blood.html' title='The Sheets Are Red With Blood'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-22110974072497410</id><published>2011-08-14T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:49:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lipstick</title><content type='html'>Red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;Smeared across her lips&lt;br /&gt;Dominatrix boots&lt;br /&gt;As black as night&lt;br /&gt;That she wears with abandon&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she sings to me&lt;br /&gt;And looks me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Baptizes me with liquor&lt;br /&gt;Burns my soul with her smile&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let her go&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by memories&lt;br /&gt;Years pass in a haze&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see her&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the sonic waves&lt;br /&gt;Emancipated at dawn&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing but love for her&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are fragile and breaking&lt;br /&gt;Scratch marks down our souls&lt;br /&gt;The fire that rages inside&lt;br /&gt;Destroys all heartache&lt;br /&gt;Cleans out the wounds&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the happiness on her face&lt;br /&gt;That eclipses the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deliverance from pain&lt;br /&gt;In the light of joy&lt;br /&gt;She is my girl&lt;br /&gt;I will hold her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Until the world ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-22110974072497410?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/22110974072497410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/22110974072497410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-lipstick.html' title='Red Lipstick'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-6719396108154460801</id><published>2011-08-08T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:06:56.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Poem</title><content type='html'>Mother of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking high right now&lt;br /&gt;That I hope no one notices&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I know&lt;br /&gt;We fucked in the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies sticky with sweat&lt;br /&gt;I was fixated on the wound on her hand&lt;br /&gt;And the moles on her back&lt;br /&gt;The sunburn that grazed her skin&lt;br /&gt;As we fornicated against each other&lt;br /&gt;I buried my face in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Taking in all of her scent&lt;br /&gt;Sex poem&lt;br /&gt;Ready for you&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the human race&lt;br /&gt;Not always so pretty&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face&lt;br /&gt;As you ride your orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a paradise of curves&lt;br /&gt;A soft and gentle cat&lt;br /&gt;Ready to bite and scratch&lt;br /&gt;Stand in your stiletto heals&lt;br /&gt;Presenting your ass to me&lt;br /&gt;A vision in white&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are the ocean mother&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to my balls&lt;br /&gt;With your soft hands&lt;br /&gt;As I come&lt;br /&gt;Kissing your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-6719396108154460801?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6719396108154460801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6719396108154460801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/sex-poem.html' title='Sex Poem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3661317104552730692</id><published>2011-07-30T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:38:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestiality?</title><content type='html'>The first time I fucked you&lt;br /&gt;You were like an animal&lt;br /&gt;A desert beast&lt;br /&gt;I did everything I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;And you let me&lt;br /&gt;I know we are animals&lt;br /&gt;Love is in a cage&lt;br /&gt;A memory of the past&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought&lt;br /&gt;That the act of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Could be so tempestuous&lt;br /&gt;That some would call it bestiality&lt;br /&gt;Our union was not sanctioned by God&lt;br /&gt;But only by our own primal influences&lt;br /&gt;And if I am the Devil&lt;br /&gt;You are the slithering snake&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care if lust is love&lt;br /&gt;Or if you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;But our deaths will be all we know&lt;br /&gt;When this game comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care if there is a God&lt;br /&gt;Or if your betrayal makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;Because I would rather be dead&lt;br /&gt;Than to live without you for another day&lt;br /&gt;Let me die in your arms rather than suffer&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all to hell&lt;br /&gt;Eat death&lt;br /&gt;And fuck all of the wayward angels to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3661317104552730692?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3661317104552730692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3661317104552730692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/bestiality.html' title='Bestiality?'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2196142829303937334</id><published>2011-07-26T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:56:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse Death Poem</title><content type='html'>Fuck death anyway&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean&lt;br /&gt;We are all going to die&lt;br /&gt;No matter how well we live&lt;br /&gt;Leave a mark you bastards&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hiding in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;The corruption of the world surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;Eating away at our souls&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy at our throats&lt;br /&gt;Choking our artistry&lt;br /&gt;27 club&lt;br /&gt;We were all used&lt;br /&gt;Passion made a buck&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up list&lt;br /&gt;That we should worship&lt;br /&gt;So screw it all to hell&lt;br /&gt;I don’t give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on that list&lt;br /&gt;Would tell you&lt;br /&gt;To just goddamn grow up&lt;br /&gt;They gave their art&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more is owed to you&lt;br /&gt;We take their deaths as ransom&lt;br /&gt;For the banality of our lives&lt;br /&gt;They paid the fucking price&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter&lt;br /&gt;Shall we suck off the grim reaper&lt;br /&gt;Death is welcome&lt;br /&gt;For us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2196142829303937334?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2196142829303937334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2196142829303937334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy-winehouse-death-poem.html' title='Amy Winehouse Death Poem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2278510102117862349</id><published>2011-07-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:22:05.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Uncle's Hand</title><content type='html'>Her Uncle’s hand was clasped tightly over her mouth&lt;br /&gt;She could barely move from the force of his hold&lt;br /&gt;Don’t scream, he commanded&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a goddamn sound&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But don’t scream&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, he attempted to touch her breasts and crotch&lt;br /&gt;Once again, she let out a blood curdling scream&lt;br /&gt;He put his hand tightly over her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silencing her&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I won’t touch you&lt;br /&gt;But don’t scream&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a fucking sound&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand&lt;br /&gt;She nodded as well as she could&lt;br /&gt;Against the force of his hold&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;I will not touch you&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don’t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Again she nodded in his grasp&lt;br /&gt;He released his hold&lt;br /&gt;She remained mute&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is watch, he said&lt;br /&gt;He unbuckled his belt&lt;br /&gt;Pulled down his pants&lt;br /&gt;And pulled out his erect penis&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to masturbate himself&lt;br /&gt;In front of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Until his messy climax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2278510102117862349?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2278510102117862349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2278510102117862349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/her-uncles-hand.html' title='Her Uncle&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4802513874792575025</id><published>2011-07-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:21:44.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necrophilia Poem</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the game&lt;br /&gt;Drag all of the pink roses&lt;br /&gt;With you to your grave&lt;br /&gt;You were pretty honey&lt;br /&gt;When you were alive&lt;br /&gt;But now your cold dead lips entice mine&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your dead flesh&lt;br /&gt;As I caress you dear&lt;br /&gt;I see you now as pure perfection&lt;br /&gt;Deserving all of my worship&lt;br /&gt;My goddess&lt;br /&gt;My icon of love&lt;br /&gt;You left this world forever&lt;br /&gt;And far better off are you&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a living girl&lt;br /&gt;Does nothing for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to put your cold dead arms around me&lt;br /&gt;You are not missing so much&lt;br /&gt;The living hustle for a buck&lt;br /&gt;I use my spit as lubricant&lt;br /&gt;On my blood engorged cock&lt;br /&gt;Slide it oh so delicately&lt;br /&gt;Into your lifeless decaying cunt&lt;br /&gt;I smell you as God meant you to be&lt;br /&gt;Returning your corpse to the earth endlessly&lt;br /&gt;All who abused you in this life&lt;br /&gt;Shall suffer the eternal tortures of hell&lt;br /&gt;The church bells ring&lt;br /&gt;The children play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4802513874792575025?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4802513874792575025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4802513874792575025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/necrophilia-poem.html' title='Necrophilia Poem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3126933010666473383</id><published>2011-07-14T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:31:35.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Poem</title><content type='html'>When the stares turn to shock and rage&lt;br /&gt;All they see are the scars I bear&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this&lt;br /&gt;The story starts with the knife I used&lt;br /&gt;Dragged it across my arm until it felt good&lt;br /&gt;Blood hits the air as the brightest red&lt;br /&gt;This is my pain&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in control&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the blade clean&lt;br /&gt;And wash all the scarlet stains away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cut along my upper thighs&lt;br /&gt;Beyond detection&lt;br /&gt;Cannot talk about the feelings&lt;br /&gt;That are ready to destroy me&lt;br /&gt;No use to cry or get angry&lt;br /&gt;Drag the sharp edge across my leg&lt;br /&gt;Oh God it feels good&lt;br /&gt;Pressing so deep to find what I need&lt;br /&gt;Emotions inside me are going to explode&lt;br /&gt;Until I am dripping my blood&lt;br /&gt;Far away from this life is where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is in a golden cage&lt;br /&gt;Everything is spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;Need to take a hold&lt;br /&gt;With all that I have left inside&lt;br /&gt;Forget the shame&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me why I do this &lt;br /&gt;Let the rivers of blood subside&lt;br /&gt;As I put away my knife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3126933010666473383?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3126933010666473383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3126933010666473383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/cutting-poem.html' title='Cutting Poem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7852266179810544291</id><published>2011-07-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:45:34.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My City Could Kiss The Mushroom Cloud</title><content type='html'>Weakness&lt;br /&gt;See it all around me&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;Rarely meet a strong person&lt;br /&gt;You give a fuck what someone else thinks&lt;br /&gt;Life in this world is a joke&lt;br /&gt;Let us kick back and laugh at it all&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares after all&lt;br /&gt;My city could kiss the mushroom cloud&lt;br /&gt;Would you fucks care&lt;br /&gt;Naw&lt;br /&gt;Too busy sucking each other off&lt;br /&gt;If death came you would welcome it&lt;br /&gt;Prelude to something crawling up your ass &lt;br /&gt;You don’t give a shit&lt;br /&gt;Cowardice in your spine&lt;br /&gt;Run the yellow light&lt;br /&gt;Punk&lt;br /&gt;A mother kills her child&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares&lt;br /&gt;They are just bored&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to go home&lt;br /&gt;And confront their own&lt;br /&gt;An asteroid may hit the earth soon&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate cleansing&lt;br /&gt;The human race has to prove itself worthy&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it to the last pit in hell&lt;br /&gt;Assholes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7852266179810544291?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7852266179810544291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7852266179810544291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-city-could-kiss-mushroom-cloud.html' title='My City Could Kiss The Mushroom Cloud'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1398575574546085786</id><published>2011-06-18T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:51:30.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning City</title><content type='html'>Out of the haze of a burning city&lt;br /&gt;I would travel a million miles to see you&lt;br /&gt;Not through space&lt;br /&gt;But through our souls&lt;br /&gt;It rips me up all the more&lt;br /&gt;Icon standing at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cease to exist without your love&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;None of it would make any sense&lt;br /&gt;My back against a wall&lt;br /&gt;In a forbidden desert&lt;br /&gt;With all hope eternally lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Holding my gaze&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of cosmic miracle&lt;br /&gt;I live forever by your side&lt;br /&gt;As always&lt;br /&gt;Your transcendent beauty does not subside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask what it all means&lt;br /&gt;A fragile moment enduring through the years&lt;br /&gt;As we never let go of each other&lt;br /&gt;The world spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;I embrace you fully&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to find some peace among the ruins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1398575574546085786?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1398575574546085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1398575574546085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/burning-city.html' title='Burning City'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8037370050416371564</id><published>2011-05-12T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:41:30.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersed In The Dance Of Souls</title><content type='html'>Dim the lights&lt;br /&gt;Disrobe in near darkness&lt;br /&gt;Move through the shadows as sultry leopards&lt;br /&gt;Flesh upon flesh&lt;br /&gt;Embracing each other's strength&lt;br /&gt;Feeling breath and heat&lt;br /&gt;The sadness and the joy&lt;br /&gt;As the night unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Collapsing in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable through intimacy&lt;br /&gt;Love has made its mark&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure parallel to pain&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in the dance of souls&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Driven on by impulse&lt;br /&gt;The softness of your form&lt;br /&gt;Radiant and wild&lt;br /&gt;Merciful in the execution of love&lt;br /&gt;Outside of culture&lt;br /&gt;Not limited by convention&lt;br /&gt;Transcending all borders&lt;br /&gt;The kisses are wet and pure&lt;br /&gt;Touching in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation versus romance&lt;br /&gt;Sever from the physical world&lt;br /&gt;Withdraw when all is done&lt;br /&gt;Magical and rare&lt;br /&gt;The quiet and the stillness&lt;br /&gt;That engulfs us both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8037370050416371564?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8037370050416371564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8037370050416371564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/immersed-in-dance-of-souls.html' title='Immersed In The Dance Of Souls'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4191367566340727805</id><published>2011-04-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T06:36:17.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Better Days</title><content type='html'>In your style I see better days&lt;br /&gt;After all we have been through here&lt;br /&gt;Night and day are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel your presence near&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You can take it all&lt;br /&gt;So it goes&lt;br /&gt;With an angel doll&lt;br /&gt;When I’m low&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to make you see&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one for me&lt;br /&gt;And I never will let go&lt;br /&gt;On the street darkness always reigns&lt;br /&gt;Feeling beat by all the past lines&lt;br /&gt;In this game no one really gains&lt;br /&gt;When we love we pay all the fines&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You can take my heart&lt;br /&gt;So it goes&lt;br /&gt;Reckless from the start&lt;br /&gt;When I’m low&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Make you understand&lt;br /&gt;And I never will let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4191367566340727805?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4191367566340727805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4191367566340727805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-see-better-days.html' title='I See Better Days'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7186180136211273380</id><published>2011-03-16T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:27:43.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Marked With Fame</title><content type='html'>You stare at me so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;calling me to you&lt;br /&gt;Living on the wages&lt;br /&gt;of love rising from the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly forsaken&lt;br /&gt;the world sets the rules&lt;br /&gt;Damaged beyond heartache&lt;br /&gt;only you know the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in your soul&lt;br /&gt;if there is such a thing&lt;br /&gt;The rain from the sky&lt;br /&gt;drenches all you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pattern beyond breaking&lt;br /&gt;from me to you&lt;br /&gt;The only way we can truly shake&lt;br /&gt;and dance in a sultry move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I leave you&lt;br /&gt;walking on the stage&lt;br /&gt;You seem extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;still in a sonic groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond faking&lt;br /&gt;life smashing through the pain&lt;br /&gt;The passion you are making&lt;br /&gt;forever marked with fame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7186180136211273380?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7186180136211273380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7186180136211273380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-marked-with-fame.html' title='Forever Marked With Fame'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7255140400912474521</id><published>2011-02-23T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:31:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments Of A Dream</title><content type='html'>Waves and waves of pain&lt;br /&gt;Smashing against the rocks&lt;br /&gt;As the cold wind envelopes the day&lt;br /&gt;Destiny has fallen from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Leaving our hearts barren&lt;br /&gt;The breeze sweeping through your hair&lt;br /&gt;Drying your flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the light&lt;br /&gt;It melted away with the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bringing only darkness&lt;br /&gt;Fragments of a dream&lt;br /&gt;We struggle to remember&lt;br /&gt;Of your body under the covers&lt;br /&gt;Pressed against mine&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of the external world&lt;br /&gt;The heat of our embrace&lt;br /&gt;Driving us inward&lt;br /&gt;Into a new reality&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful eyes see through me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the world behind&lt;br /&gt;Your stellar life&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my presence&lt;br /&gt;Giving our hearts love&lt;br /&gt;Alchemy of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Raising us from the depths&lt;br /&gt;Of the physical world&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the war&lt;br /&gt;Between hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;And fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7255140400912474521?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7255140400912474521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7255140400912474521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/02/fragments-of-dream.html' title='Fragments Of A Dream'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-916183961796775432</id><published>2011-01-31T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:54:02.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Nubile Angels On The Run</title><content type='html'>Young nubile angels on the run&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing Hollywood dreams&lt;br /&gt;Growling with shaggy fur&lt;br /&gt;Female felines looking for fun&lt;br /&gt;The Boulevard beckons all the babies&lt;br /&gt;To strut their stuff&lt;br /&gt;Take life by the horns&lt;br /&gt;Rocketing from the icons&lt;br /&gt;To forge a new path&lt;br /&gt;The City of Angels drags you in&lt;br /&gt;And spits you out&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you win&lt;br /&gt;You have the beauty&lt;br /&gt;The rock and roll power&lt;br /&gt;Pursue it on the stage&lt;br /&gt;During the killing hour&lt;br /&gt;Awash with chemicals and love&lt;br /&gt;Laid bare for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;A miracle of excess and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;As plotted in the past&lt;br /&gt;In a fevered dance&lt;br /&gt;We are not sheltered&lt;br /&gt;From romance&lt;br /&gt;The love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Staring into mine&lt;br /&gt;Damn the world&lt;br /&gt;And the expression thereof&lt;br /&gt;Your flesh against my back&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance of your hand in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-916183961796775432?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/916183961796775432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/916183961796775432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/young-nubile-angels-on-run.html' title='Young Nubile Angels On The Run'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1884866001923206510</id><published>2010-12-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:38:39.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vision From The Angels</title><content type='html'>Emotion falls down like rain&lt;br /&gt;As the tears on your face&lt;br /&gt;Drop to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Because love dug too deep&lt;br /&gt;Planted the seeds in the earth&lt;br /&gt;Blooming without respite&lt;br /&gt;The years make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Time is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;The past only prelude&lt;br /&gt;For an obsession of the future&lt;br /&gt;The poetry a mere veneer&lt;br /&gt;For the passion that lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;The world and stars will die&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing but our love&lt;br /&gt;Romance is only a word&lt;br /&gt;That fails to capture&lt;br /&gt;What is between us&lt;br /&gt;I can see you before me&lt;br /&gt;A vision from the angels&lt;br /&gt;Graceful in the light&lt;br /&gt;Looking for happiness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We will be there soon&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the darkness brings&lt;br /&gt;How much love&lt;br /&gt;Brings the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will kill these words&lt;br /&gt;Or what they mean to you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you here close to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1884866001923206510?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1884866001923206510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1884866001923206510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/vision-from-angels.html' title='A Vision From The Angels'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-6559957703746554209</id><published>2010-12-06T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:24:30.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart Is Beating In My Hands</title><content type='html'>You thought it was the end&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Only to find awareness&lt;br /&gt;Rising from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Life can be murder&lt;br /&gt;A ceremony of foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is beating in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Speaking the truth&lt;br /&gt;Marking time with wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Men like strange pussy&lt;br /&gt;Women want what they want&lt;br /&gt;After the sex&lt;br /&gt;They collapse in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the first rays of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; the day breaks&lt;br /&gt;I still want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Not on some twisted turns&lt;br /&gt;Derailed by the rules of society&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of fragmented honesty&lt;br /&gt;Because we are so used to the lies&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes us comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Needs to be shredded&lt;br /&gt;As we look at each other&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes and your lips&lt;br /&gt;Fragile is your soul&lt;br /&gt;Not beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;The hustlers die regardless&lt;br /&gt;Of their cheap treasure&lt;br /&gt;You are not one of them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-6559957703746554209?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6559957703746554209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6559957703746554209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-heart-is-beating-in-my-hands.html' title='Your Heart Is Beating In My Hands'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-361572195240489614</id><published>2010-11-09T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:29:14.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Sure That Passion Is The Source Of The Flow</title><content type='html'>I would replace the sun with you&lt;br /&gt;Basking in your rays&lt;br /&gt;Curse the night&lt;br /&gt;For interfering with my gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnify your visage a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Across the world for all to see&lt;br /&gt;All the other maidens&lt;br /&gt;Mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you dancing&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the lights&lt;br /&gt;Your wicked smile&lt;br /&gt;Hides something that bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stage for me&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty intoxicates&lt;br /&gt;Something rare and true&lt;br /&gt;That tempts the fates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy all rules and laws&lt;br /&gt;When they encroach on you&lt;br /&gt;Because the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;Does not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Any way that we go&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that passion&lt;br /&gt;Is the source of the flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-361572195240489614?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/361572195240489614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/361572195240489614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-sure-that-passion-is-source-of.html' title='Make Sure That Passion Is The Source Of The Flow'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7966937987266705898</id><published>2010-10-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:23:22.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush The World For You</title><content type='html'>The deepest ocean in your green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forever lost in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Along the darkest streets you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating the cold night&lt;br /&gt;I am never apart from you&lt;br /&gt;Remembering your touch&lt;br /&gt;Time has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;Distance means nothing&lt;br /&gt;The world spins regardless&lt;br /&gt;As empires rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;Your image in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you here&lt;br /&gt;Blonde tresses framing your face&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of years can slip away&lt;br /&gt;Without breaking what we have&lt;br /&gt;I want to take all of your pain&lt;br /&gt;And smash it with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Crush the world for you&lt;br /&gt;Drain all of the loneliness forever&lt;br /&gt;No reason left to speak&lt;br /&gt;Except to express love&lt;br /&gt;Pour out my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;So you can understand me&lt;br /&gt;How much I adore you&lt;br /&gt;Never want to make war&lt;br /&gt;You know everything that I have&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Be yours completely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7966937987266705898?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7966937987266705898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7966937987266705898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/crush-world-for-you.html' title='Crush The World For You'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-84003217142469507</id><published>2010-10-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:14:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroy City Blocks With Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Worlds melt away in your fiery tresses&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams bloom as flowers in Spring&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me in with the majesty of your vision&lt;br /&gt;I know that you feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not caring about what is proper&lt;br /&gt;Outside the limits of society&lt;br /&gt;Reality takes hold of us&lt;br /&gt;Only for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut through the sadness and shame&lt;br /&gt;Feel my strength as I embrace you&lt;br /&gt;I have been there all along&lt;br /&gt;You and I are the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our humanity brings us together&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it our way&lt;br /&gt;Or we decide to compromise our dreams&lt;br /&gt;We are blood and flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cry on any street&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who is there for you&lt;br /&gt;Destroy city blocks with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let the coldness envelope you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;So it does not touch you&lt;br /&gt;It is only a fading memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-84003217142469507?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/84003217142469507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/84003217142469507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/destroy-city-blocks-with-your-eyes.html' title='Destroy City Blocks With Your Eyes'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7945179951436039226</id><published>2010-09-07T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:14:04.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash The Stars Into Oblivion</title><content type='html'>Words not spoken&lt;br /&gt;Only felt in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Discarding social convention&lt;br /&gt;When I look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment is ours&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room&lt;br /&gt;Will cease to exist&lt;br /&gt;As you and I bond forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash the stars into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;The remnants aching on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;A bloody evening ends&lt;br /&gt;Completely out of focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want you to feel free&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a place called love&lt;br /&gt;Spread your angelic wings&lt;br /&gt;And cover me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battlefield is inside of us&lt;br /&gt;Although we project it on the world&lt;br /&gt;Take these scars from my soul&lt;br /&gt;Add them to our pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is a word&lt;br /&gt;Multiplied in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;These feelings take us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7945179951436039226?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7945179951436039226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7945179951436039226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/smash-stars-into-oblivion.html' title='Smash The Stars Into Oblivion'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3529459657883722657</id><published>2010-08-26T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:14:55.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'll Rip A Hole In My Heart</title><content type='html'>I want to take your face in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Look deeply into your starry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bury my face in your flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it's the time to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tear up all the years between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Rip each other's hair out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a waste without your smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel your body against mine&lt;br /&gt;As if it were yesterday coming alive&lt;br /&gt;Not caring who is watching us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An image for all time&lt;br /&gt;I knew your name before anyone&lt;br /&gt;Living in my eternal dreams&lt;br /&gt;To me you mean everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll rip a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So you can put some love inside&lt;br /&gt;I never want to feel your tears on mine&lt;br /&gt;Unless the pleasure is unendurable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach deep inside with your hands&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and make me understand&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your love again&lt;br /&gt;Never going to hurt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3529459657883722657?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3529459657883722657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3529459657883722657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/now-ill-rip-hole-in-my-heart.html' title='Now I&apos;ll Rip A Hole In My Heart'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1804643462985721860</id><published>2010-07-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:52:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This World Is A Vagabond</title><content type='html'>In love with the moon&lt;br /&gt;The starlight in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A goddess of the city&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost in your stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to the remnants of hope&lt;br /&gt;Looking for another chance with you&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your tender world&lt;br /&gt;As you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile thoughts separate us from each other&lt;br /&gt;A barrier that needs to be smashed&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed in the night&lt;br /&gt;Never to block us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me I will die in pain&lt;br /&gt;Reject me and I feel relieved&lt;br /&gt;The deeper we go the more red the flow&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you to hurt me once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;You can cut it with a knife&lt;br /&gt;Or take it in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Heal it with your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is a vagabond&lt;br /&gt;Forever lost in a dream&lt;br /&gt;You capture me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Save me from despair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1804643462985721860?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1804643462985721860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1804643462985721860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-world-is-vagabond.html' title='This World Is A Vagabond'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2965346928204141661</id><published>2010-06-30T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:53:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paradise Of Pleasure And Pain</title><content type='html'>Blackness of shades&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt in your eye&lt;br /&gt;It all is a dream&lt;br /&gt;As I wonder what brought me here&lt;br /&gt;To such a beautiful strange place&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I live for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Falling into your arms as we drift away&lt;br /&gt;Let no one enter our sacred space&lt;br /&gt;I remember the sweet and profane&lt;br /&gt;Shining from you through the night&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy feelings fade away&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my gaze&lt;br /&gt;I search for what is deep in your heart&lt;br /&gt;A paradise of pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of our desire&lt;br /&gt;The world is something we abandon&lt;br /&gt;We do not need those rules&lt;br /&gt;Confining passion that we feel&lt;br /&gt;You are my love&lt;br /&gt;Setting me free on your wings&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful soul I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze that makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Logic collapses into a mess&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that is left&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we can give&lt;br /&gt;After all is lost&lt;br /&gt;All I see is you&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2965346928204141661?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2965346928204141661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2965346928204141661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/paradise-of-pleasure-and-pain.html' title='A Paradise Of Pleasure And Pain'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1618886250741397147</id><published>2010-05-18T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:00:07.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever In Search Of Another Day</title><content type='html'>I will read that story&lt;br /&gt;Promise you I will&lt;br /&gt;The one about how you felt&lt;br /&gt;In the morning haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting all of our lovers' graves&lt;br /&gt;The sky can bleed the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Turn the moon against us&lt;br /&gt;Drag our sorrows into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in search of another day&lt;br /&gt;That shone upon our faces&lt;br /&gt;Warming our flesh&lt;br /&gt;As we welcomed the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boldness in touch&lt;br /&gt;A misguided reverie in pain&lt;br /&gt;I would welcome you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rising&lt;br /&gt;A pure feeling of joy&lt;br /&gt;Fueling the earth&lt;br /&gt;Making us whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not content to sit in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;During a radiant dawn&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the light&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1618886250741397147?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1618886250741397147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1618886250741397147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/forever-in-search-of-another-day.html' title='Forever In Search Of Another Day'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4341236935807717835</id><published>2010-04-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T06:16:45.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Ride The Rays Of Hope</title><content type='html'>Solitude fading&lt;br /&gt;A new dawn approaches&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down the barriers&lt;br /&gt;Of a long cold night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing warmth arises&lt;br /&gt;Symbolized by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Embracing our sensibilities&lt;br /&gt;With a new kind of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride the rays of hope&lt;br /&gt;Far into the future&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the morning's apex&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into another sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;That we learned in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Receding as a memory&lt;br /&gt;Taken back with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intersperse the madness&lt;br /&gt;With tales of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Only to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Under the careful watch of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalize our fealty&lt;br /&gt;Coordinate our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Falling hard in the present&lt;br /&gt;Connected with the now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4341236935807717835?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4341236935807717835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4341236935807717835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-ride-rays-of-hope.html' title='I Want To Ride The Rays Of Hope'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3696297232641099501</id><published>2010-03-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:11:55.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wild Rabid Dream Of Ours</title><content type='html'>Felt it inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;A wild rabid dream of ours&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the day&lt;br /&gt;Melting in the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night waits for no one&lt;br /&gt;A black veil demanding action&lt;br /&gt;Before it is lifted in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rules&lt;br /&gt;Abstain from the dictates of lies&lt;br /&gt;Something sensed in your soft eyes&lt;br /&gt;Before the weakness of rampage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of courage is suspect&lt;br /&gt;Let us all dive into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Smelling each other's blood&lt;br /&gt;Tasting each other's breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing soft smooth flesh&lt;br /&gt;You ask me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Elevated awareness of charisma&lt;br /&gt;Sanctioned by your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The allure of your breasts&lt;br /&gt;Your nipples brushing my skin&lt;br /&gt;As the sunset turns red&lt;br /&gt;Dissolving into night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3696297232641099501?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3696297232641099501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3696297232641099501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/wild-rabid-dream-of-ours.html' title='A Wild Rabid Dream Of Ours'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3471138740213031465</id><published>2010-02-28T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:10:58.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Down From The Stratosphere</title><content type='html'>The world could drown&lt;br /&gt;In its suffering&lt;br /&gt;Give up its universal crown&lt;br /&gt;Step down from the stratosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fires could rage through the city streets&lt;br /&gt;As long as I could drink from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Escape the rising smoke by pure will&lt;br /&gt;And the door to my freedom is clearly marked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along it wasn't such a damaged life&lt;br /&gt;As long as I could always leave town&lt;br /&gt;And the bottles rolled through&lt;br /&gt;Me sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange path between you and I&lt;br /&gt;Just as the sun would set&lt;br /&gt;The night would steal&lt;br /&gt;The trials and tribulations of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart finds itself next to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Something in your last sigh&lt;br /&gt;Don't break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your latest plans seem absent of me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Except break a rule or two&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3471138740213031465?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3471138740213031465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3471138740213031465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/02/step-down-from-stratosphere.html' title='Step Down From The Stratosphere'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-438352116098233288</id><published>2010-01-26T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:20:58.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond The Stars That Light The Way</title><content type='html'>A vagabond on the city streets&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the night with style&lt;br /&gt;Another girl with nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Watching the headlights pass on by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the stars that light the way&lt;br /&gt;Feel the cold against your bones&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to inspire you&lt;br /&gt;Expose your beauty to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your soft flesh is touched&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all known rules and regulations&lt;br /&gt;Being consumed by rising passion and force&lt;br /&gt;A natural state of mind as far as I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the last remnants of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Battling back the trail of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the spirit in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Carnal energy transforms us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see another solution&lt;br /&gt;A way to escape the bitter avenue&lt;br /&gt;Transform our lives with your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Your power breaks through all existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold them close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;The destitute dreams of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The daybreak gives you strength&lt;br /&gt;To make your next choice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-438352116098233288?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/438352116098233288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/438352116098233288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/01/beyond-stars-that-light-way.html' title='Beyond The Stars That Light The Way'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2708625935730776852</id><published>2009-12-04T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:32:55.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Of The Eagle</title><content type='html'>On the edge of attainment&lt;br /&gt;Treading not to carefully&lt;br /&gt;Prefaced by initial rites&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting communion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return from exile&lt;br /&gt;Circumnavigate desire&lt;br /&gt;Explore the oceanic depths&lt;br /&gt;Of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solitude is suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Enveloped by distance&lt;br /&gt;At odds with language&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized by memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is spoken through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As premeditated as your touch&lt;br /&gt;Secretive as your smile&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating through your gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observed under your protection&lt;br /&gt;Enamored of your strength and beauty&lt;br /&gt;Confronted with the force of your will&lt;br /&gt;The presence of your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break through the icy moment&lt;br /&gt;The regal disposition&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the eagle&lt;br /&gt;And into your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2708625935730776852?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2708625935730776852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2708625935730776852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyes-of-eagle.html' title='The Eyes Of The Eagle'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8500991282677874850</id><published>2009-11-30T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:14:12.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Jaded Teardrops Fall</title><content type='html'>Perceiving an eclipse&lt;br /&gt;A bitter end followed by a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Caressing your face in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I see the emotions in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Communication without speaking&lt;br /&gt;Feeling our way wordlessly&lt;br /&gt;The way you blush and understand instinctively&lt;br /&gt;The world does not exist between us&lt;br /&gt;Nor the hearts that have been broken&lt;br /&gt;Evolution of desire&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;A reality hidden in the present&lt;br /&gt;To be unleashed in the near future&lt;br /&gt;Take my name as a lioness hunts her prey&lt;br /&gt;Let the jaded teardrops fall&lt;br /&gt;I see the angel in you&lt;br /&gt;Presiding over a fanciful cabaret&lt;br /&gt;The glitter fading in the starlight&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into the realm of abandon&lt;br /&gt;Feel my flesh against yours&lt;br /&gt;The softness of your skin appreciated&lt;br /&gt;The wetness of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Your breath upon me&lt;br /&gt;Hold a dream hostage&lt;br /&gt;Let time decide who rules&lt;br /&gt;I feel your moist fur&lt;br /&gt;Triangulation of access&lt;br /&gt;You want the animal spirit&lt;br /&gt;To penetrate your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8500991282677874850?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8500991282677874850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8500991282677874850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-jaded-teardrops-fall.html' title='Let The Jaded Teardrops Fall'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4171151775350748917</id><published>2009-10-07T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:26:31.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire And Ice</title><content type='html'>From the abyss of depression&lt;br /&gt;Came a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;The depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Were conquered by you long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to hear your siren call&lt;br /&gt;Before I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;Even if you led me to my death&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into rocks and foam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal epiphany of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Played out in a wild scene&lt;br /&gt;Your voice loudly proclaiming&lt;br /&gt;Independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days escaped me&lt;br /&gt;How many nights betrayed&lt;br /&gt;As you surveyed me&lt;br /&gt;To make sure I followed the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that burrow into my soul&lt;br /&gt;An embrace of pure strength&lt;br /&gt;Statuesque and stately&lt;br /&gt;Radiating beauty and power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire and ice&lt;br /&gt;In remarkable interplay&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me closer&lt;br /&gt;To feeling alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4171151775350748917?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4171151775350748917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4171151775350748917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire And Ice'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1553353254461171992</id><published>2009-09-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:12:09.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For Anything</title><content type='html'>Two bit cabarets&lt;br /&gt;Not a question of shame&lt;br /&gt;A passage of years&lt;br /&gt;Lapsing into antiquity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes stare through me&lt;br /&gt;Piercing my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Sudden realization&lt;br /&gt;Jolt of recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So carefully you played the game&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing to chance&lt;br /&gt;Cards held close to the vest&lt;br /&gt;Until the final hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cycle ends, another begins&lt;br /&gt;Taking it all to another level&lt;br /&gt;Learning to let go of the past&lt;br /&gt;Just like you told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength is captivating&lt;br /&gt;Beauty relentless&lt;br /&gt;Mind brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Heart unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for anything&lt;br /&gt;What we show each other&lt;br /&gt;What we share&lt;br /&gt;When hands are joined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1553353254461171992?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1553353254461171992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1553353254461171992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-for-anything.html' title='Ready For Anything'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-641184378048917001</id><published>2009-08-02T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:10:30.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All These Dreams Invading Me</title><content type='html'>I feel your love&lt;br /&gt;From across the table&lt;br /&gt;Sense it in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Warmly through your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait for my word&lt;br /&gt;Focus on me&lt;br /&gt;All these dreams invading me&lt;br /&gt;Discarding the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the emotion in you&lt;br /&gt;Heard it in your voice&lt;br /&gt;Felt it in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash over my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt plagued my heart&lt;br /&gt;Made a prisoner of my intent&lt;br /&gt;A wicked feeling&lt;br /&gt;Bringing only despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to your fate&lt;br /&gt;It is not just me&lt;br /&gt;I am here regardless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this go on&lt;br /&gt;From dawn to dusk&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of intensity&lt;br /&gt;Between us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-641184378048917001?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/641184378048917001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/641184378048917001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-these-dreams-invading-me.html' title='All These Dreams Invading Me'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8210852022522542671</id><published>2009-07-12T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:07:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untamed In A Forgotten Scene</title><content type='html'>Some kind of clean vision&lt;br /&gt;Transfixed in the light&lt;br /&gt;Aware of her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Untamed in a forgotten scene&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember back when&lt;br /&gt;You and I first met&lt;br /&gt;The way the city felt&lt;br /&gt;As we slipped it in&lt;br /&gt;The night cascading&lt;br /&gt;It was all I ever wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;At one with your soul&lt;br /&gt;Burning down an isolated road&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are no mystery today&lt;br /&gt;I feel the remnants of your pain&lt;br /&gt;The strength in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand from across the room&lt;br /&gt;The things we wish could be said&lt;br /&gt;How long can we keep them inside&lt;br /&gt;Make excuses forever&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the sky to conquer the rain&lt;br /&gt;And pretend we do not care&lt;br /&gt;I see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;In control of your world&lt;br /&gt;Taking hold of my spirit&lt;br /&gt;With no plan written on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Have the flames laid waste to everything&lt;br /&gt;We used to know&lt;br /&gt;How to live without telling&lt;br /&gt;Down here with the smoke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8210852022522542671?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8210852022522542671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8210852022522542671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/untamed-in-forgotten-scene.html' title='Untamed In A Forgotten Scene'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1989606973234982827</id><published>2009-06-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:39:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Not Know Why I Do This</title><content type='html'>Smiling like the sun&lt;br /&gt;On a beautiful summer day&lt;br /&gt;Regal in your grace&lt;br /&gt;Silhouetted against the sky&lt;br /&gt;Fragile under a tough exterior&lt;br /&gt;Arisen from the sea&lt;br /&gt;Once the pincers lock into place&lt;br /&gt;You are hers forever&lt;br /&gt;To be nurtured and adored&lt;br /&gt;Within her shell&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I do this&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I have been hit&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by your love&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape&lt;br /&gt;I want to protect you&lt;br /&gt;As you defend me against the world&lt;br /&gt;Dying to be in your presence&lt;br /&gt;The only place I find peace&lt;br /&gt;You envelop me in a gentle fortress&lt;br /&gt;When you feel hurt&lt;br /&gt;The pain in your eyes is a whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;I sail the storm to help you&lt;br /&gt;Almost overwhelmed by your despair&lt;br /&gt;The sun eventually breaks through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And beams through your entire body&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here&lt;br /&gt;The faint aroma of spring remains&lt;br /&gt;As I look forward to seeing you everyday&lt;br /&gt;By the shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1989606973234982827?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1989606973234982827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1989606973234982827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do-not-know-why-i-do-this.html' title='I Do Not Know Why I Do This'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-5687176038381693078</id><published>2009-05-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:47:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>To catch the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the glory of light&lt;br /&gt;The flowers of beauty are in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Nature at its peak&lt;br /&gt;Riding the high wave of the cycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it all there&lt;br /&gt;Forever at the zenith&lt;br /&gt;Make a fortress of this perch&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;I feel your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Is a spark of immortality&lt;br /&gt;Impervious to any wound&lt;br /&gt;When you took me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if you would crush my bones&lt;br /&gt;We stood there conjoined&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could escape the frail twilight&lt;br /&gt;Ignore and postpone the dusk&lt;br /&gt;Steal whatever still shines from the stars&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me so hard I thought you would kill me&lt;br /&gt;We cannot fight time&lt;br /&gt;Or what it does to how we feel about each other&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness falls I hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;At dawn your beauty returns&lt;br /&gt;Like a silent film star&lt;br /&gt;Preserved for eternity&lt;br /&gt;A bird taking flight&lt;br /&gt;Against a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Carpe diem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-5687176038381693078?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/5687176038381693078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/5687176038381693078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-1424195703029264246</id><published>2009-04-29T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:37:37.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Submit To Me</title><content type='html'>Submit to me&lt;br /&gt;All of your failed dreams&lt;br /&gt;The path to your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;A body full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you suddenly derail&lt;br /&gt;A day full of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a night without love&lt;br /&gt;Was it more than a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Played out over the years&lt;br /&gt;Following a golden dawn&lt;br /&gt;Searching for reprieve&lt;br /&gt;Are these wishes fencing us in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; live what comes&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;br /&gt;Not wondering about what could have been&lt;br /&gt;What lies behind the veil&lt;br /&gt;Are we victims of time&lt;br /&gt;Felons of fame&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced dead at the scene&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever show you&lt;br /&gt;What it all means&lt;br /&gt;Behind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of a powerful soul&lt;br /&gt;I can see all that you are&lt;br /&gt;After you are gone&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is left&lt;br /&gt;I will keep it here&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking the dread of the day&lt;br /&gt;As the night takes us down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-1424195703029264246?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1424195703029264246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/1424195703029264246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/submit-to-me.html' title='Submit To Me'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4307217281921846005</id><published>2009-03-31T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:57:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Magdalene</title><content type='html'>At the feet of Magdalene&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping the woman not the saint&lt;br /&gt;Her smooth skin under my touch&lt;br /&gt;My hand on her silky thigh&lt;br /&gt;Our love is under siege&lt;br /&gt;By the powers that be&lt;br /&gt;Renegades riding through the streets&lt;br /&gt;During a blissful blue sky day&lt;br /&gt;Will it all be lost as a forgotten dream&lt;br /&gt;Languishing as the sun is eclipsed by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The path is uncertain as night approaches&lt;br /&gt;Leading a double life takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;You eye me with cautious anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Trying to second guess our fate&lt;br /&gt;Our circumstance places us against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Staring at each other in quiet epiphany&lt;br /&gt;Our business is a barrier between us&lt;br /&gt;A blockade that is difficult to navigate&lt;br /&gt;To experience intimacy at a strange distance&lt;br /&gt;I feel you upon me but I cannot touch you&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the rules of the game&lt;br /&gt;A farce of shackles I wish to throw off&lt;br /&gt;To show reality for what it is&lt;br /&gt;A moment in time between us&lt;br /&gt;That no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;You painted yourself for me&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting our decadent afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I heard your eager voice&lt;br /&gt;Calling me to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4307217281921846005?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4307217281921846005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4307217281921846005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/mary-magdalene.html' title='Mary Magdalene'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-587116164194489512</id><published>2009-02-09T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:32:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim In The Lake Of Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>So you thought you would tease it out&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your beauty was put into a glass jar&lt;br /&gt;As you seduced the mirror in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Only having to rely on your last glorious moment&lt;br /&gt;The night reminiscent of your superficial dreams&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of romance and fame&lt;br /&gt;Drunken abandon to steady your nerves&lt;br /&gt;You do not feel the strong embrace of his&lt;br /&gt;Sucking in the vision of a lost youth&lt;br /&gt;Standing alone in the abyss of the bar&lt;br /&gt;Observing the last remnants of a written lie&lt;br /&gt;This is the final rapture before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Fueled by a narcissistic image&lt;br /&gt;Forget the narcotic eclipse of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Use the power of your presence&lt;br /&gt;In the end the flowers have faded&lt;br /&gt;Drying and mourning into dust&lt;br /&gt;The stars will shine upon a new brand of reverie&lt;br /&gt;If the mask would be lowered&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy could be revealed&lt;br /&gt;A scarlet stain upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;Swim in the lake of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the desperation of this world&lt;br /&gt;Soft flesh elicits memory &lt;br /&gt;Drawing on the animal instinct&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes follow the virgin path&lt;br /&gt;Where pleasure followed pain&lt;br /&gt;Then you smiled and saw the landscape&lt;br /&gt;While embracing it in your arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-587116164194489512?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/587116164194489512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/587116164194489512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/swim-in-lake-of-your-dreams.html' title='Swim In The Lake Of Your Dreams'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4965654777206743866</id><published>2009-01-11T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:45:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Mask</title><content type='html'>Tears flow into the river&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the red mask&lt;br /&gt;Ancient hills have found you&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the sun&lt;br /&gt;Your body a symbol of youth&lt;br /&gt;Soft flesh upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;The flower is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;With all of the beauty&lt;br /&gt;And organic wisdom we can bear&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the younger expression&lt;br /&gt;Fair to gaze upon this day&lt;br /&gt;Love as a failed masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Unable to endure the vagarious&lt;br /&gt;Nature of time&lt;br /&gt;Smiling in the presence of space and time&lt;br /&gt;I feel you near and embrace your warmth&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy acted out at midnight&lt;br /&gt;Of wanting a fleeting desire&lt;br /&gt;Standing steady upon the rocks of hope&lt;br /&gt;Forever enduring a mild apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;Strategy of seduction coming into play&lt;br /&gt;Annihilating words of love as segue&lt;br /&gt;To a nonexistent rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;The way you stare at me&lt;br /&gt;With abundance beyond compromise&lt;br /&gt;Take you by the hand make it reality&lt;br /&gt;Swim in the lake of peace&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in your vision&lt;br /&gt;Saved by your grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4965654777206743866?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4965654777206743866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4965654777206743866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-mask.html' title='The Red Mask'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-610033906458730809</id><published>2008-12-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:12:00.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Is Your Glory</title><content type='html'>Red is your glory&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;How can you be insecure and confused&lt;br /&gt;When your presence is sheer beauty&lt;br /&gt;I can see within you&lt;br /&gt;True charisma&lt;br /&gt;Depth knowledge and grace&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull out what is in you&lt;br /&gt;For the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Are they blind&lt;br /&gt;Do they ignore a stunning sunset&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is not skin deep&lt;br /&gt;You are permeated by loveliness&lt;br /&gt;I can show you the center&lt;br /&gt;You grab me by the heart&lt;br /&gt;With ancient wisdom and tentative life&lt;br /&gt;I can show you radiant vistas&lt;br /&gt;That emerge from your soul&lt;br /&gt;Feel life in your veins&lt;br /&gt;Forget the future and reinvent the past&lt;br /&gt;What is this planet&lt;br /&gt;Full of greed and corruption&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice and have faith in your will&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you possibility&lt;br /&gt;Do not listen to the angry crowd&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart and trust it&lt;br /&gt;It will show you the way&lt;br /&gt;I want to destroy the sadness&lt;br /&gt;That lives in your world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-610033906458730809?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/610033906458730809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/610033906458730809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-is-your-glory.html' title='Red Is Your Glory'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7144702104618883647</id><published>2008-11-06T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:14:28.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Naked As An Angel</title><content type='html'>And under the current laws&lt;br /&gt;Filling our minds with misguided shelter&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who takes it for granted by night&lt;br /&gt;That these rebel thoughts forsake us&lt;br /&gt;Driving us into blind ambition through hope&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you have always been freer than me&lt;br /&gt;A mad aristocracy devoid of reason&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy abandons wisdom&lt;br /&gt;We all do what we must&lt;br /&gt;Suffering pleasure at sunset&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be denied&lt;br /&gt;Because we hide behind propriety&lt;br /&gt;The sun is at odds with the moon&lt;br /&gt;We worship the sky above us&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign of absolution&lt;br /&gt;This is a private sojourn&lt;br /&gt;I have seen you&lt;br /&gt;As naked as an angel&lt;br /&gt;These times are etched in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Configuration of desire&lt;br /&gt;I see the pure designation of image&lt;br /&gt;Your fresh bloom is experienced&lt;br /&gt;A fluid river flowing ceaselessly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond mansions beyond love&lt;br /&gt;In the stark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; light&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7144702104618883647?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7144702104618883647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7144702104618883647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-naked-as-angel.html' title='As Naked As An Angel'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3646842547435049397</id><published>2008-10-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:16:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Dreams Are Not Allowed</title><content type='html'>These dreams are not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;A phase of restless wandering&lt;br /&gt;After facing a mundane world&lt;br /&gt;Devoid of the higher hunger&lt;br /&gt;Facing the starless void&lt;br /&gt;Introspective contemplation &lt;br /&gt;No one can reach inside you&lt;br /&gt;Your serpentine intestines entwined &lt;br /&gt;Walking an uncertain path&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Harboring antiquated hope&lt;br /&gt;Sensuality confronted with a ruthless world&lt;br /&gt;Dark eyes searching for the escape&lt;br /&gt;Embraced by the will to survive&lt;br /&gt;Meandering through the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Falling hard on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnal voyage beyond sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cannot find the way back home&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you want to return&lt;br /&gt;Unless you find that which you are searching&lt;br /&gt;Scattered across the icy highway&lt;br /&gt;The fragmented remains of loss&lt;br /&gt;As you curse the path that brought you here&lt;br /&gt;Even then wishing to push forward&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find some semblance of peace&lt;br /&gt;Connected with the horizon&lt;br /&gt;At one with the landscape&lt;br /&gt;Far from your bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3646842547435049397?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3646842547435049397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3646842547435049397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-dreams-are-not-allowed.html' title='These Dreams Are Not Allowed'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-6472161702801838067</id><published>2008-09-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:53:17.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interwoven With The Midnight Sun</title><content type='html'>Fragmented patterns upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;A cold and wintry night we endure&lt;br /&gt;Isolation compounded by darkness&lt;br /&gt;Your heart expands beyond our limits&lt;br /&gt;Is it hope entwined with the stillness&lt;br /&gt;A renegade let loose in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;The seductive innocence you employ&lt;br /&gt;Tempered by your spirit and youthful grace&lt;br /&gt;A gift of the shining nocturnal moment&lt;br /&gt;Interwoven with the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;For to capture your new beauty&lt;br /&gt;Would crash stars beyond the spectrum&lt;br /&gt;Let the angels feed your glory&lt;br /&gt;As you walk among the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Never realizing any infernal doubt&lt;br /&gt;I see you in your pure sensation&lt;br /&gt;Shredding your soul for me to see&lt;br /&gt;There is a momentary silence&lt;br /&gt;All thoughts are degraded&lt;br /&gt;To find a final debauchery&lt;br /&gt;Emoting from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A cascading sensuality&lt;br /&gt;There is a silence that I am seeking&lt;br /&gt;That I only feel before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;When the madness is only approaching&lt;br /&gt;The world is held at bay a short time&lt;br /&gt;If I take you on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Let us make it last through the night&lt;br /&gt;Then I will know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-6472161702801838067?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6472161702801838067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6472161702801838067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/interwoven-with-midnight-sun.html' title='Interwoven With The Midnight Sun'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8761441879149531950</id><published>2008-08-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:56:03.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Only Have To Look At The Crimson Sky</title><content type='html'>Taking a journey by night&lt;br /&gt;Exploring the darkness of the edge&lt;br /&gt;Not taking random experience to heart&lt;br /&gt;All part of a savage ride&lt;br /&gt;You search for what is yours&lt;br /&gt;On a mission of your own will&lt;br /&gt;I saw you clinging to the rail&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your deepest hopes&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Understanding all you need to know&lt;br /&gt;I have seen into your world&lt;br /&gt;When it appeared so far away&lt;br /&gt;These times have not come between us now&lt;br /&gt;We only have to look at the crimson sky&lt;br /&gt;That brings another round of sleep&lt;br /&gt;While we pursue all of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Scrambling on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what it means&lt;br /&gt;Doing what you need to survive&lt;br /&gt;To see the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;Everything you feel is a memory&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about the past&lt;br /&gt;As long as you know me&lt;br /&gt;These traces on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Are memorized in our absence&lt;br /&gt;You are one with the horizon&lt;br /&gt;No new escape can free me from your arms&lt;br /&gt;We walk into the dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8761441879149531950?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8761441879149531950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8761441879149531950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-only-have-to-look-at-crimson-sky.html' title='We Only Have To Look At The Crimson Sky'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-6543523489964244345</id><published>2008-07-30T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:09:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissolute</title><content type='html'>Covering your tracks in the rain&lt;br /&gt;No way to unburden your soul&lt;br /&gt;After living such rancid dreams&lt;br /&gt;Desire has quickened its pace&lt;br /&gt;Searching the darkest abyss&lt;br /&gt;For the remnants of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Diseased among the refugees&lt;br /&gt;The smell of rotting flesh&lt;br /&gt;Betraying the beauty of youth&lt;br /&gt;An image from the past&lt;br /&gt;Fuels the fires of passion&lt;br /&gt;The rest is left dissolute&lt;br /&gt;Mired in what we can feel&lt;br /&gt;And if this is our last sunset&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to die&lt;br /&gt;Out in the street&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in such tragedies of earth&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to our special place&lt;br /&gt;Nestled among the foothills&lt;br /&gt;Where we made love&lt;br /&gt;Watched by the fading rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and lavender&lt;br /&gt;They cannot steal these dreams&lt;br /&gt;That are hidden in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Living in the shadow of memory&lt;br /&gt;As we face the future&lt;br /&gt;The horizon appears wide open&lt;br /&gt;Our trajectories more certain&lt;br /&gt;Aimed at the rising sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-6543523489964244345?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6543523489964244345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6543523489964244345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/dissolute.html' title='Dissolute'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7940174236289227786</id><published>2008-06-18T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:26:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered States</title><content type='html'>Ever watch the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Feel all the light and energy go down&lt;br /&gt;The darkness engulfs us&lt;br /&gt;Time to go on the prowl&lt;br /&gt;A faint breeze in the night&lt;br /&gt;Awakens life&lt;br /&gt;The boulevard is a river&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in its currents&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me to the nocturnal edge&lt;br /&gt;Between right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;An eternal shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;I see the fragile glory in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Altered states have taken over&lt;br /&gt;Another part of my mind&lt;br /&gt;It could all be&lt;br /&gt;Just a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;Without the power&lt;br /&gt;To last until the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Never so easy to contain the fire&lt;br /&gt;It has overwhelmed us all along&lt;br /&gt;Soon we try to find it&lt;br /&gt;Before it is all gone&lt;br /&gt;Shadows from the past&lt;br /&gt;Losing their shape&lt;br /&gt;Distorting our senses&lt;br /&gt;About what the future has in store&lt;br /&gt;Talk of how painful it is&lt;br /&gt;To leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;It is all in pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7940174236289227786?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7940174236289227786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7940174236289227786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/altered-states.html' title='Altered States'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2280179119418049118</id><published>2008-05-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:42:19.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Red Blood</title><content type='html'>Rose red blood&lt;br /&gt;Dripping from your wounds&lt;br /&gt;Your words as common things&lt;br /&gt;To be tossed about aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;Curious insight into the sublime and the mundane&lt;br /&gt;Total access&lt;br /&gt;Pure naked ambition of ascent&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy a perch from which to witness&lt;br /&gt;The horrors of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Could you possibly be amused&lt;br /&gt;By the violence and pain&lt;br /&gt;Or does it add to your rancor&lt;br /&gt;Which you claim is tempered by piety and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;There is a devil inside of you&lt;br /&gt;That would cause Satan concern&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your eyes I see the demon&lt;br /&gt;Luring the world with sadness&lt;br /&gt;Only to pounce on an unsuspecting populace&lt;br /&gt;That have fallen in love with the game&lt;br /&gt;We exist as two counterpoint melodies&lt;br /&gt;One piercing and shrieking and shrill&lt;br /&gt;The other dark, soft and somber&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes perhaps we can trade our parts&lt;br /&gt;When we tire of our predicted roles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2280179119418049118?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2280179119418049118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2280179119418049118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/rose-red-blood.html' title='Rose Red Blood'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3713242407116389176</id><published>2008-04-12T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:00:50.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Incarnate</title><content type='html'>Savage heart&lt;br /&gt;Trailing through a valley of knives&lt;br /&gt;Westward ho!&lt;br /&gt;The matador has felt the horns&lt;br /&gt;The climax has abated&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in the blood of our ancestors&lt;br /&gt;I felt the last pangs of truth&lt;br /&gt;Smothered in your breasts&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts lost in a dark jungle&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of a tender and fateful journey&lt;br /&gt;I found you at last&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced to the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;Our tongues entwined&lt;br /&gt;Your embrace crushed my bones&lt;br /&gt;You are art incarnate&lt;br /&gt;Tempered by the rational&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could strip you of all reason&lt;br /&gt;And burrow my way into your heart&lt;br /&gt;The sun radiated from your face&lt;br /&gt;The ripped undershirt you wore ensnared me&lt;br /&gt;A walk through the brush I cajoled&lt;br /&gt;Your lips touched mine&lt;br /&gt;And all was changed&lt;br /&gt;For profit or pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I saw the anger and the love&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the two are the same&lt;br /&gt;Did I look dejected dragging on a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;Show me the trail of dirt&lt;br /&gt;Through the foliage&lt;br /&gt;To a place you once called home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3713242407116389176?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3713242407116389176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3713242407116389176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-incarnate.html' title='Art Incarnate'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8029379060784960135</id><published>2008-03-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:06:03.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Glass</title><content type='html'>Broken glass cuts your image&lt;br /&gt;Slices the photograph of your soul&lt;br /&gt;The grainy landscape of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Captured in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shades of grey engulfing everything&lt;br /&gt;Obliterate all color&lt;br /&gt;There's all and none&lt;br /&gt;Even blood stains have lost distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes keep staring past the fractures&lt;br /&gt;Blue or green it is hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;Dead eyes leave us haunted&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about all they saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New glass might fix you for a while&lt;br /&gt;But it can always break again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8029379060784960135?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8029379060784960135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8029379060784960135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/broken-glass.html' title='Broken Glass'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3483427366067923010</id><published>2008-02-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:59:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusting In The Rain</title><content type='html'>As if there is no other option&lt;br /&gt;The life of one has to be chained to another&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;In a world where we are on our own&lt;br /&gt;Let the blood flow as an endless river&lt;br /&gt;Strangling the memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;Worthless residue of our experience&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless pain in the night&lt;br /&gt;If it all amounts to nothing&lt;br /&gt;The world will continue regardless&lt;br /&gt;Dreams festering in our souls&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the superficial recognition&lt;br /&gt;Abandon all hope ye who enter here&lt;br /&gt;Acclaim is never enough&lt;br /&gt;It leads on as a brutal addiction&lt;br /&gt;Thirst for exploitation&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsing all else&lt;br /&gt;Marching under the banners of ego&lt;br /&gt;Falling under the sword of debauchery&lt;br /&gt;Immediacy is the goal&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy the carnal urges&lt;br /&gt;Break the shackles of idealism&lt;br /&gt;Endure the pain and suffering of existence&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line&lt;br /&gt;Waiting your turn&lt;br /&gt;As if we are tools in the shed&lt;br /&gt;Taken out and used&lt;br /&gt;Only to be left&lt;br /&gt;Rusting in the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3483427366067923010?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3483427366067923010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3483427366067923010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/02/rusting-in-rain.html' title='Rusting In The Rain'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4063155701745843751</id><published>2008-01-31T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:09:53.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until They See You Bleed</title><content type='html'>Deny the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Until they see you bleed&lt;br /&gt;Red spills out&lt;br /&gt;All over the room&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the hurt in someone's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Awash in tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;A moment set in time&lt;br /&gt;Indelible&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in the softness of night&lt;br /&gt;Tempted by the gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Yet so much manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Dangle the meat&lt;br /&gt;And expect&lt;br /&gt;Connections through the years&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a dream&lt;br /&gt;You appear before me&lt;br /&gt;Receding against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I see no judgment in your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Rebel stance&lt;br /&gt;As you are spreading your soft thighs&lt;br /&gt;Ancient awakenings&lt;br /&gt;You do not want to break&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has a heart&lt;br /&gt;But you think of the past&lt;br /&gt;Before the forbidden&lt;br /&gt;When we awoke in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;And the sun shone on our skin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4063155701745843751?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4063155701745843751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4063155701745843751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/01/until-they-see-you-bleed.html' title='Until They See You Bleed'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-244939697823910536</id><published>2007-12-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:19:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't See The Point Of Grieving</title><content type='html'>There is nothing here that I am saying&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we take these words and pretend we are praying&lt;br /&gt;I get up in the morning ready to live my lie&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;Destitute alibis feeding off of our dead idols&lt;br /&gt;The word love is damned forever a mindless sham&lt;br /&gt;We have our endless fun devoid of meaning&lt;br /&gt;Leave all of our brothers in arms screaming&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was something left for me&lt;br /&gt;Besides a charlatan con feeling taking over&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point of grieving over these restless dreams&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you tired of playing this game&lt;br /&gt;I know I am&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is happening to me and my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Take these premeditated hopes and give them another try&lt;br /&gt;I am here losing the remnants of hope&lt;br /&gt;Killing the dream&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a clear chance&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation is a dance devoid of romance&lt;br /&gt;Except between me and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Take a fleeting passion between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Try to make sense of the feeling of the sacrilegious night&lt;br /&gt;Make everything a transaction that cannot let us be&lt;br /&gt;I see momentary peace for you&lt;br /&gt;Countries struggle for anarchy&lt;br /&gt;We touch each other's hands&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;Maintain all the poses&lt;br /&gt;In a sweet never ending rhyme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-244939697823910536?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/244939697823910536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/244939697823910536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-see-point-of-grieving-over-these.html' title='I Don&apos;t See The Point Of Grieving'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-2329002369794485420</id><published>2007-11-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:33:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Your Heart</title><content type='html'>You can tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;About the summer wind&lt;br /&gt;Because when all that matters wanes&lt;br /&gt;There will be nothing left&lt;br /&gt;To take the place&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand nights with you&lt;br /&gt;I have in my hands&lt;br /&gt;All I will remember from this life&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams will now begin&lt;br /&gt;To take shape in my mind&lt;br /&gt;After all of this ends&lt;br /&gt;We have the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;To see what will never erase the pain&lt;br /&gt;You take what I give&lt;br /&gt;Use it as you can&lt;br /&gt;All these years will remain&lt;br /&gt;A distant memory&lt;br /&gt;We must all start again&lt;br /&gt;To live our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Next time I know&lt;br /&gt;I will never live in the past&lt;br /&gt;Those days are over my friend&lt;br /&gt;The truth has been expressed&lt;br /&gt;I can see it from your hand&lt;br /&gt;What others cannot say&lt;br /&gt;You have written for the world&lt;br /&gt;They will believe&lt;br /&gt;You felt all this before&lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart where few could ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-2329002369794485420?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2329002369794485420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/2329002369794485420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/inside-your-heart.html' title='Inside Your Heart'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3277210120758138518</id><published>2007-10-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:18:46.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Said It Looked Romantic</title><content type='html'>I saw the shafts of light&lt;br /&gt;streaming across the dirty rug&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of a bird in flight&lt;br /&gt;soaring across the carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it looked romantic&lt;br /&gt;If it were not for&lt;br /&gt;The pain in your legs&lt;br /&gt;And lower back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me standing in the light&lt;br /&gt;of a single bulb&lt;br /&gt;One night when it was still&lt;br /&gt;Except for the passing cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it looked romantic&lt;br /&gt;But you were tired after work&lt;br /&gt;And what do photos prove&lt;br /&gt;To the uninitiated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the building was torn down&lt;br /&gt;And replaced by a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;But driving down that street&lt;br /&gt;Made me remember and feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3277210120758138518?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3277210120758138518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3277210120758138518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-said-it-looked-romantic.html' title='You Said It Looked Romantic'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-4293838785741915565</id><published>2007-09-05T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:59:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playfully Cruel</title><content type='html'>Sailing towards the final shore&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it&lt;br /&gt;the life you led&lt;br /&gt;to die after your last journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you would say yes&lt;br /&gt;because you really lived&lt;br /&gt;any other life&lt;br /&gt;would have been a living death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did what you had to do&lt;br /&gt;to get from here to there&lt;br /&gt;sometimes rather stealthily&lt;br /&gt;sometimes playfully cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your sex and your mind&lt;br /&gt;to further you along&lt;br /&gt;You lived&lt;br /&gt;Until you died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody dies&lt;br /&gt;but at least you had the time&lt;br /&gt;to taste the sweet and bitter&lt;br /&gt;before your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he still want you&lt;br /&gt;in his heart&lt;br /&gt;when you lied down&lt;br /&gt;and breathed your last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-4293838785741915565?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4293838785741915565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/4293838785741915565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/playfully-cruel.html' title='Playfully Cruel'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3846629016516404063</id><published>2007-08-09T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:30:01.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>The dawn was changing&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we said&lt;br /&gt;When the night was calling&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was burning red&lt;br /&gt;I will find the answer&lt;br /&gt;Though I know not where&lt;br /&gt;Through a mass reaction&lt;br /&gt;The people become aware&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3846629016516404063?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3846629016516404063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3846629016516404063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/8.html' title='8'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-3445290946020752157</id><published>2007-07-31T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:12:44.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color Of Dreams</title><content type='html'>Soft gold light embracing&lt;br /&gt;A world away from here&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold on to the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsed by reality encroaching&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of doom blossoming&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming in the softness of you&lt;br /&gt;The eventual rainy wetness&lt;br /&gt;Leading to a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;Of passionate tracing&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the color of dreams&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow of seduction&lt;br /&gt;Hot and heavy nights between us&lt;br /&gt;A sudden feeling entrapped&lt;br /&gt;You showed me your vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;Soft flesh of color&lt;br /&gt;Transcendent beauty in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;In a dark studio&lt;br /&gt;With the drapes drawn&lt;br /&gt;I escaped everything dead&lt;br /&gt;There was a lifetime to be found&lt;br /&gt;In the rays of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Touching the sordid carpeted ground&lt;br /&gt;I lived eternities there my friend&lt;br /&gt;Cemented off a city street&lt;br /&gt;Discreet&lt;br /&gt;The greasy food congealed in my veins&lt;br /&gt;As if a warrant had been taken out for&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and the shambles of the&lt;br /&gt;Darkest muse had responded&lt;br /&gt;To take the past under arrest and&lt;br /&gt;Liberate my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-3445290946020752157?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3445290946020752157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/3445290946020752157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/07/color-of-dreams.html' title='The Color Of Dreams'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-7071645605963026812</id><published>2007-06-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:59:16.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Get Me Through The Morning</title><content type='html'>Fade to white&lt;br /&gt;Across the city&lt;br /&gt;I miss the night&lt;br /&gt;Take these ravaged apostles&lt;br /&gt;In their sullen beds&lt;br /&gt;Who is the trick now baby&lt;br /&gt;Are you still breathing&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Let us not drive to the desert&lt;br /&gt;Stand and walk on the street&lt;br /&gt;I feel a strange sense of relief&lt;br /&gt;But I was ready to do the deed&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight shining on my windshield&lt;br /&gt;Death would not be yours&lt;br /&gt;Sanctified in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;It's the pain in your heart&lt;br /&gt;That will tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;A rare form of communion&lt;br /&gt;Inheriting the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Striking in its appearance&lt;br /&gt;Standing apart from solitude&lt;br /&gt;With a patient madness&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who gave you all the options&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you don't know&lt;br /&gt;What to do&lt;br /&gt;All I have is your image&lt;br /&gt;And a few of your words&lt;br /&gt;To get me through the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-7071645605963026812?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7071645605963026812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/7071645605963026812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-get-me-through-morning.html' title='To Get Me Through The Morning'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-6370631239343665762</id><published>2007-05-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:24:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Remembrance</title><content type='html'>Sunset is fragile in its glory&lt;br /&gt;The lights are intense&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness descends&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to grasp the moment&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if it slips&lt;br /&gt;through my hands&lt;br /&gt;This is something I could not have planned&lt;br /&gt;Forever basking in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Something soon will turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;Putting it all beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Struggling in the blindness&lt;br /&gt;That becomes night&lt;br /&gt;Random in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Cursing under breath&lt;br /&gt;Because I have the memories&lt;br /&gt;Stockpiled in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Destiny detained us&lt;br /&gt;Savagely at first&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a sea of sensation&lt;br /&gt;Where one could drown of thirst&lt;br /&gt;Prolific angels smiled upon me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find my way&lt;br /&gt;At least those days were constructive&lt;br /&gt;The memories seem productive&lt;br /&gt;Angles shield what is worse&lt;br /&gt;Ambition torn from substance&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me once&lt;br /&gt;Buried in the past&lt;br /&gt;Mountains of time gone by&lt;br /&gt;Reckless remembrance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-6370631239343665762?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6370631239343665762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/6370631239343665762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/05/reckless-remembrance.html' title='Reckless Remembrance'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8907116884717299390</id><published>2007-04-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:35:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Passion Dies</title><content type='html'>The muses inspire from above&lt;br /&gt;Pythia is intoxicated below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oracle of Delphi is disrobed&lt;br /&gt;Oracles were killed for having sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slopes of Mount Parnassus&lt;br /&gt;Washed in blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo has slain the dragon&lt;br /&gt;Paganism rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the passion dies&lt;br /&gt;You will feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind the barrier&lt;br /&gt;The questions are asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives the answers&lt;br /&gt;With finality and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or with a loud and vicious voice&lt;br /&gt;From one who is not at peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her body shudders&lt;br /&gt;Be it from prophecy or passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her spirit restless&lt;br /&gt;And her heart in ashes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8907116884717299390?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8907116884717299390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8907116884717299390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-passion-dies.html' title='When The Passion Dies'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-9134034035950631331</id><published>2007-03-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:53:33.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of An Angel</title><content type='html'>I see the buckles on your boots&lt;br /&gt;wild and unrestrained&lt;br /&gt;A taste of freedom is so good&lt;br /&gt;even though clouded by the past&lt;br /&gt;The streets seem serene tonight&lt;br /&gt;with animals unleashed&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of an angel&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to look&lt;br /&gt;Because the beauty is transcendent&lt;br /&gt;burning all the looks&lt;br /&gt;I see the hope in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;drowning in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Pretty buckles flashing in the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a symphony of sound&lt;br /&gt;The dreams look like assassins&lt;br /&gt;wearing black coats&lt;br /&gt;Fall on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;scratching your hands&lt;br /&gt;Crossing that fabled street&lt;br /&gt;you let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I feel the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;watching over me&lt;br /&gt;Your name means the sea&lt;br /&gt;as it comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Falling all over me&lt;br /&gt;the street lights are unbound&lt;br /&gt;The night is yours&lt;br /&gt;completely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-9134034035950631331?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/9134034035950631331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/9134034035950631331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-of-angel.html' title='Pictures Of An Angel'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-8640642095793891882</id><published>2007-02-27T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:22:59.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arena Of Lust</title><content type='html'>I hear those words&lt;br /&gt;I want to stamp them out&lt;br /&gt;Shred the lies&lt;br /&gt;until there is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Love is a word&lt;br /&gt;that remains in flames&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around&lt;br /&gt;in all of our games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;won't get us too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;of pagan romanticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice up the veins&lt;br /&gt;that lead to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push each other&lt;br /&gt;until there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand staring&lt;br /&gt;into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;of those outrageous lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me down&lt;br /&gt;before we both break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-8640642095793891882?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8640642095793891882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/8640642095793891882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/02/arena-of-lust.html' title='Arena Of Lust'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-117138235606671820</id><published>2007-01-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:59:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart In Exile</title><content type='html'>Faded dreams&lt;br /&gt;reigniting passion&lt;br /&gt;Wanderlust&lt;br /&gt;beginning to take hold&lt;br /&gt;To battle melancholy&lt;br /&gt;with sudden joy&lt;br /&gt;Jagged journey&lt;br /&gt;towards the limits&lt;br /&gt;I feel you here&lt;br /&gt;surrounding me intensely&lt;br /&gt;Purity of purpose&lt;br /&gt;becomes overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;As stars collide&lt;br /&gt;and drift apart&lt;br /&gt;Trying to help each other&lt;br /&gt;sort through the vapors&lt;br /&gt;Skin is velvet&lt;br /&gt;smooth to the touch&lt;br /&gt;Enslaving visions&lt;br /&gt;permeate the past&lt;br /&gt;I remember the soft darkness&lt;br /&gt;alcohol and smoke&lt;br /&gt;The smile&lt;br /&gt;full of life and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Dive into the slumber&lt;br /&gt;that is the night&lt;br /&gt;A rapid rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;that lives on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-117138235606671820?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/117138235606671820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/117138235606671820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/heart-in-exile.html' title='Heart In Exile'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-116644658759782214</id><published>2006-12-18T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T04:56:27.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward To A Kiss</title><content type='html'>Wondering what it is like to die&lt;br /&gt;to walk that ancient shoreline&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in mystery&lt;br /&gt;the final illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel at peace with the unknown&lt;br /&gt;a certain kind of homecoming&lt;br /&gt;an illicit existence&lt;br /&gt;one at odds with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the strange thoughts of youth&lt;br /&gt;a mix of immortality and the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;imbibing on the drunken pastures of hope&lt;br /&gt;reflections on thoughts of self destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision against death&lt;br /&gt;at a very early age&lt;br /&gt;though to contemplate it then&lt;br /&gt;was bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a kiss&lt;br /&gt;our foreheads touched&lt;br /&gt;she was wearing sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;our tongues entwined like snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sunset&lt;br /&gt;she sat on my lap&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me&lt;br /&gt;after dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-116644658759782214?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116644658759782214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116644658759782214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/12/fast-forward-to-kiss.html' title='Fast Forward To A Kiss'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-116238684847338361</id><published>2006-11-01T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:14:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smashed Those Days Of Innocence</title><content type='html'>Dust infected memories&lt;br /&gt;But there was a time&lt;br /&gt;In the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;When your tongue filled my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape intersected vanities&lt;br /&gt;A million heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;Synthesized into one&lt;br /&gt;By the smoothness of your caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Until I flew on your wings&lt;br /&gt;And the rancid city did not matter&lt;br /&gt;It was only concrete beneath my boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smashed those days of innocence&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed a dozen dreams&lt;br /&gt;As youth ripened into life&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to believe the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The softness of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Under her careful gaze&lt;br /&gt;Remnants of a lost addiction&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to take hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore judgment&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all to the wind&lt;br /&gt;As the moment cascades around us&lt;br /&gt;With eternal finality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-116238684847338361?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116238684847338361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116238684847338361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-smashed-those-days-of-innocence.html' title='I Smashed Those Days Of Innocence'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-116160476567177489</id><published>2006-10-23T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:59:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barriers Did Not Exist</title><content type='html'>Touched by madness&lt;br /&gt;a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;of shiny nights&lt;br /&gt;and colored days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognition&lt;br /&gt;in the first smile&lt;br /&gt;leading to passion&lt;br /&gt;like a speeding train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The softness envelopes me&lt;br /&gt;coaxing into a human passage&lt;br /&gt;all that remains&lt;br /&gt;of the warm night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so loaded&lt;br /&gt;by witnessing this jewel&lt;br /&gt;immortalized&lt;br /&gt;in a languid pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barriers&lt;br /&gt;did not exist&lt;br /&gt;and could not restrain&lt;br /&gt;all natural instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infernal succubus&lt;br /&gt;dragging me deep&lt;br /&gt;into the pit&lt;br /&gt;of desire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-116160476567177489?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116160476567177489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116160476567177489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/barriers-did-not-exist.html' title='The Barriers Did Not Exist'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-116064142535378928</id><published>2006-10-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:23:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resembling First Words</title><content type='html'>Fill my emptiness with your presence&lt;br /&gt;pushes me through the day&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the sign of dusk&lt;br /&gt;closes down my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloak ourselves in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;watches while others sleep&lt;br /&gt;taking some needed medicine&lt;br /&gt;heals the deepest wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the thoughts of innocence&lt;br /&gt;falls down in the street&lt;br /&gt;enduring all the punishment&lt;br /&gt;drives the passionate rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest what is left of your soul&lt;br /&gt;kicks into a new day&lt;br /&gt;praying for the sign of night&lt;br /&gt;closes down my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my thoughts in the past&lt;br /&gt;knows what is in my mind&lt;br /&gt;living on the edge of a new life&lt;br /&gt;shakes my hand goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my mouth with yours&lt;br /&gt;slips along my body&lt;br /&gt;existing in the physical universe&lt;br /&gt;evolves in all mystery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-116064142535378928?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116064142535378928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/116064142535378928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/10/resembling-first-words.html' title='Resembling First Words'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-115852123207778791</id><published>2006-09-17T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:27:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Devoid of malice in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Regal in definition&lt;br /&gt;A smoothness so pure&lt;br /&gt;The will is good&lt;br /&gt;And the heart transcendent&lt;br /&gt;Time and space fall away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving something here&lt;br /&gt;Eternal&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so kind?&lt;br /&gt;A vision from my darkest fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Goodness&lt;br /&gt;But I am beyond benediction&lt;br /&gt;A slave to my own desires&lt;br /&gt;Human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-115852123207778791?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115852123207778791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115852123207778791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/human-sonnet.html' title='The Human Sonnet'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-115708085996544614</id><published>2006-08-31T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:20:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apostle Of Night</title><content type='html'>Take me to the darkest corner&lt;br /&gt;the scruffiest visions&lt;br /&gt;and the most exotic smells&lt;br /&gt;wafting from who knows where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've had too much&lt;br /&gt;take me outside&lt;br /&gt;blow smoke in my face&lt;br /&gt;and sit me on a patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I can stare at the stars&lt;br /&gt;and at old buildings&lt;br /&gt;and imagine a ghost&lt;br /&gt;drifting down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall on Babylon&lt;br /&gt;and all of its inhabitants&lt;br /&gt;dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;products of meat and liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing the cool air&lt;br /&gt;walking step after step&lt;br /&gt;towards an infinite destiny&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in a bloody tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shouts out of joy&lt;br /&gt;down the street&lt;br /&gt;Someone shouts out of anger&lt;br /&gt;around the corner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-115708085996544614?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115708085996544614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115708085996544614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/apostle-of-night_31.html' title='An Apostle Of Night'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-115466642452166548</id><published>2006-07-31T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:43:38.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories And Reasons</title><content type='html'>Dazzle me tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;The light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldness of forever&lt;br /&gt;Separates us now&lt;br /&gt;The memory is a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I let slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another mistress&lt;br /&gt;One I can never touch&lt;br /&gt;She only comes to visit&lt;br /&gt;When I’m exposed to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices were made&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed love&lt;br /&gt;Looking for diamonds in the ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built a city in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Looking for paradise&lt;br /&gt;Thousands flocked to the temple&lt;br /&gt;Willing to pay any price&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-115466642452166548?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115466642452166548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115466642452166548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/memories-and-reasons.html' title='Memories And Reasons'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-115137451616555260</id><published>2006-06-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:15:16.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Of Love</title><content type='html'>The time was set under the sky&lt;br /&gt;did you perhaps know secrets of love&lt;br /&gt;barely uttered methods of persuasion&lt;br /&gt;techniques of interrogation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find the answers&lt;br /&gt;in the folds of your clothes&lt;br /&gt;riding the grass&lt;br /&gt;piercing my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the sun reveal truth&lt;br /&gt;that I would rather not see&lt;br /&gt;but I have my memories&lt;br /&gt;shafts of light revealing beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;like waves from the ocean&lt;br /&gt;wind&lt;br /&gt;fended off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter the palace&lt;br /&gt;as the court is seated&lt;br /&gt;receiving inspiration&lt;br /&gt;from the notable one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is done&lt;br /&gt;nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;but shimmering traces&lt;br /&gt;of peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-115137451616555260?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115137451616555260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/115137451616555260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/06/secrets-of-love.html' title='Secrets Of Love'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-114835250368198477</id><published>2006-05-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:48:23.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In The Ruins</title><content type='html'>The blackness&lt;br /&gt;infernal emptiness&lt;br /&gt;captures your soul&lt;br /&gt;drags you down to despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need to suffer here&lt;br /&gt;or is it your brain&lt;br /&gt;betraying you&lt;br /&gt;blocking out reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the spirit that grieves&lt;br /&gt;it serves no useful purpose&lt;br /&gt;taking us on an illicit voyage&lt;br /&gt;cutting our throats at sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tears ought to be illegal&lt;br /&gt;drenching the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;destroying all vision&lt;br /&gt;decaying the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabotage destiny&lt;br /&gt;until faith is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and I witness&lt;br /&gt;beauty in the ruins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-114835250368198477?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114835250368198477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114835250368198477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/05/beauty-in-ruins_22.html' title='Beauty In The Ruins'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-114638958271134856</id><published>2006-04-30T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:33:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La femme formidable</title><content type='html'>In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;looking at me&lt;br /&gt;as if you were &lt;br /&gt;a cat of Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets bore me&lt;br /&gt;as does the structure of society&lt;br /&gt;so predictable&lt;br /&gt;so hungry in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is pretending&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;fuel the red sun&lt;br /&gt;into what they call debauchery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted the sheet&lt;br /&gt;and marvelled&lt;br /&gt;at the perfect naked beauty&lt;br /&gt;beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to hear &lt;br /&gt;about the pain&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;with the face of society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood can flow&lt;br /&gt;and everyone seems happy&lt;br /&gt;No one speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;for it has no value&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-114638958271134856?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114638958271134856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114638958271134856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-femme-formidable.html' title='La femme formidable'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-114402700797174126</id><published>2006-03-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:16:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It A Title</title><content type='html'>The blood dripping from the wound&lt;br /&gt;Heralding the end of pacifism&lt;br /&gt;Crying out in scarlet agony&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn from the comfort of her arms&lt;br /&gt;Shackled to the new reality&lt;br /&gt;Of kill or be killed&lt;br /&gt;Trauma of conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems tangible yet fleeting&lt;br /&gt;The smell of fresh death&lt;br /&gt;Seeping into the nostrils&lt;br /&gt;Like a powerful curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare so real&lt;br /&gt;That it seems a dream&lt;br /&gt;Involuntary convulsions&lt;br /&gt;Beating out a new path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image will crack&lt;br /&gt;To reveal the truth&lt;br /&gt;Lust of reprisal&lt;br /&gt;Changing our view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel the human failure&lt;br /&gt;And learn from doubt&lt;br /&gt;The flesh continues&lt;br /&gt;Onward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-114402700797174126?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114402700797174126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114402700797174126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-it-title.html' title='Give It A Title'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-114088169771335118</id><published>2006-02-25T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:34:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>Lust&lt;br /&gt;wells up inside of us&lt;br /&gt;A force that can not be tamed&lt;br /&gt;as we risk health and reputation&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy our carnal desires&lt;br /&gt;Throwing money and time after flesh&lt;br /&gt;The soft animal instinct in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;swaying our resolve&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion of sensation&lt;br /&gt;keeping us in bondage&lt;br /&gt;I am a refugee&lt;br /&gt;between her thighs&lt;br /&gt;The will is gone&lt;br /&gt;my beast has emerged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would not admit our scars&lt;br /&gt;we make a point of covering our wounds&lt;br /&gt;There is an image&lt;br /&gt;we want the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Our emotions are kept imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;deep in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We are at a distance&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to take the first step&lt;br /&gt;to be released from the shackles&lt;br /&gt;I throw away common sense&lt;br /&gt;standing naked before you&lt;br /&gt;Assassinate the fear&lt;br /&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed&lt;br /&gt;Coming down on us&lt;br /&gt;as an insatiable hunger&lt;br /&gt;It itself will gnaw at our insides&lt;br /&gt;devouring us from within&lt;br /&gt;More more more&lt;br /&gt;is the battle cry&lt;br /&gt;Leading us to heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;it is never enough&lt;br /&gt;We are possessed&lt;br /&gt;I grab it with both hands&lt;br /&gt;until my skin bleeds&lt;br /&gt;The want is endless&lt;br /&gt;as the sunset illuminates the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;She is the curse that withers us&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful gem that leads us nowhere&lt;br /&gt;The focus is on another&lt;br /&gt;as we watch ourselves die&lt;br /&gt;Our spirit is diminished&lt;br /&gt;as this poison infects us&lt;br /&gt;This fantasy is out of reach&lt;br /&gt;because it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;it does not live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;I caress the remnants of the illusion&lt;br /&gt;and put it to rest&lt;br /&gt;The dream is gone&lt;br /&gt;until it is found within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;To consume without end&lt;br /&gt;the maximum of carnage&lt;br /&gt;The intake that cripples&lt;br /&gt;and subdues&lt;br /&gt;To sicken ourselves&lt;br /&gt;while trying to fill the empty space&lt;br /&gt;that can never be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate act of the physical world&lt;br /&gt;to become one with the material&lt;br /&gt;I feel it inside&lt;br /&gt;as it weighs me down&lt;br /&gt;The hunger is alive&lt;br /&gt;even as it destroys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;The numbing descent into idleness&lt;br /&gt;slowly driving us into a trance&lt;br /&gt;It becomes too much effort&lt;br /&gt;to rise from a prone position&lt;br /&gt;We would rather slide to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and become one with the earth&lt;br /&gt;The energy is gone&lt;br /&gt;as we slowly drift away&lt;br /&gt;embracing the void&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go&lt;br /&gt;rotting in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Even the dreams slow down&lt;br /&gt;as the abyss widens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Rising up in our chests&lt;br /&gt;seething in our minds&lt;br /&gt;The cause is inexplicable&lt;br /&gt;frustration is universal&lt;br /&gt;Emotions congealing into ash and dust&lt;br /&gt;leading us down an uncertain path&lt;br /&gt;The control is lost&lt;br /&gt;as we go spinning beyond hope&lt;br /&gt;beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;I felt the rage&lt;br /&gt;bending the light&lt;br /&gt;The madness leads to blindness&lt;br /&gt;and a new kind of horror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-114088169771335118?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114088169771335118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/114088169771335118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Seven Deadly Sins'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113932073460672506</id><published>2006-02-07T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T05:58:54.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Must Be Ways To Find Hell</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have something so good&lt;br /&gt;you thought that was it?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what tricks someone&lt;br /&gt;showed you&lt;br /&gt;you thought that was it&lt;br /&gt;So what do I care?&lt;br /&gt;people form their judgments&lt;br /&gt;in record time&lt;br /&gt;Love as a strategy&lt;br /&gt;feelings are chess pieces&lt;br /&gt;engaged in warfare&lt;br /&gt;We can only blame ourselves&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be detached&lt;br /&gt;Existing despite the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;Irrevocable&lt;br /&gt;Fused&lt;br /&gt;unable to slip away&lt;br /&gt;down the winding path&lt;br /&gt;Head to head&lt;br /&gt;encircling each other&lt;br /&gt;without rules&lt;br /&gt;Focused and faithful&lt;br /&gt;beyond the social tyranny&lt;br /&gt;eyes grasping boldly&lt;br /&gt;as if to touch each other&lt;br /&gt;Speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfixed&lt;br /&gt;Sudden disarray of thought&lt;br /&gt;Let me guide you&lt;br /&gt;out of your fading melancholy&lt;br /&gt;and down the streets of restlessness&lt;br /&gt;Let us be reckless&lt;br /&gt;pushing against the constraints&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the shackles of illusion&lt;br /&gt;Take a taste&lt;br /&gt;feel the red stain&lt;br /&gt;your smile is rouge&lt;br /&gt;tempting the senses&lt;br /&gt;Drag it out of me why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;the way I drag it out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to identify my lie&lt;br /&gt;it is mixed with the truth&lt;br /&gt;as if from a demon&lt;br /&gt;None of us are sheltered from sin&lt;br /&gt;it makes us human&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fire in you&lt;br /&gt;and feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;guide me to the flame&lt;br /&gt;the pain blends with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;You feel their sorrow&lt;br /&gt;but do what you must&lt;br /&gt;Take these open wounds&lt;br /&gt;Suck the life out of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are out there&lt;br /&gt;languid in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;striking in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Open the gates of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;witness the infliction of scars&lt;br /&gt;reach for the beauty&lt;br /&gt;When I have a rare unselfish moment&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish you had an easier life&lt;br /&gt;The talons of the bird of prey&lt;br /&gt;are exposed&lt;br /&gt;Ripping into nubile flesh&lt;br /&gt;making love with the willing&lt;br /&gt;Surrendering the last vision&lt;br /&gt;in a desperate dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stillness is dark and inviting&lt;br /&gt;flesh is soft&lt;br /&gt;hair is lush&lt;br /&gt;The taste of vomit as we kiss&lt;br /&gt;does not dissuade me&lt;br /&gt;What are we without language&lt;br /&gt;but animals of instinct&lt;br /&gt;I found my way to the altar&lt;br /&gt;meeting no resistance&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing irresistible pleasures&lt;br /&gt;drowning in desire&lt;br /&gt;youth unleashed&lt;br /&gt;I would have sold my soul &lt;br /&gt;for five minutes more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotion&lt;br /&gt;does the night really burn?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it only your eyes&lt;br /&gt;lighting the fire in my intestines&lt;br /&gt;Are you advocating the murder of my dream?&lt;br /&gt;take a few steps back&lt;br /&gt;think about it once more&lt;br /&gt;We all passed into this world&lt;br /&gt;making our way beyond the thighs&lt;br /&gt;The crisp cool night air&lt;br /&gt;brings me back into focus&lt;br /&gt;A focus that I preserve&lt;br /&gt;only for you&lt;br /&gt;Because I would rather be blurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound tears through the night sky&lt;br /&gt;but I am left unmoved&lt;br /&gt;Pummel the air with ferocity&lt;br /&gt;I am unmoved&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;let her bleed if she must&lt;br /&gt;There is something fragile&lt;br /&gt;in her breath&lt;br /&gt;that is vindicated in her spirit&lt;br /&gt;Your blood flows through my veins&lt;br /&gt;an ancient mystery is your soul&lt;br /&gt;City in the desert&lt;br /&gt;unlock your fury&lt;br /&gt;let it wash over us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The savagery was expressed&lt;br /&gt;it was a red beacon in the harbor&lt;br /&gt;lighting up the night sky&lt;br /&gt;with feelings of wrath&lt;br /&gt;as two ships passed in the water&lt;br /&gt;barely colliding&lt;br /&gt;scraping each others' bows&lt;br /&gt;It was time to pull each other up&lt;br /&gt;from the choppy waves&lt;br /&gt;Shelter each other&lt;br /&gt;from discontent&lt;br /&gt;The world was deranged enough&lt;br /&gt;there was no need&lt;br /&gt;to add to the disorder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113932073460672506?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113932073460672506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113932073460672506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-must-be-ways-to-find-hell.html' title='There Must Be Ways To Find Hell'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113745334663947137</id><published>2006-01-16T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:21:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing For The Embers</title><content type='html'>If I could capture the night, I would&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;To go back and dive into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;would be a strange joy&lt;br /&gt;To seize the moments of waste&lt;br /&gt;and transform them into vibrant substance&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was as it had to be&lt;br /&gt;The secrets locked away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams break through the night&lt;br /&gt;Taunting me&lt;br /&gt;directing me down paths of futility&lt;br /&gt;Able to touch only so much&lt;br /&gt;I can see the faces&lt;br /&gt;the words coming earnestly&lt;br /&gt;Grasping traces&lt;br /&gt;the fires fading away&lt;br /&gt;longing for the embers&lt;br /&gt;The numbness now engulfs us&lt;br /&gt;memories betray us&lt;br /&gt;becoming a sideshow of desire&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out and grab hold&lt;br /&gt;keep it close to me&lt;br /&gt;without getting burned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113745334663947137?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113745334663947137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113745334663947137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/01/longing-for-embers.html' title='Longing For The Embers'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113643649044385810</id><published>2006-01-04T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:48:10.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>Discipline your ass&lt;br /&gt;until the foul things&lt;br /&gt;that come from your mouth&lt;br /&gt;come no more&lt;br /&gt;Drown you in a tub&lt;br /&gt;Rip your tongue from your body&lt;br /&gt;And put in a jar&lt;br /&gt;the bodily organs that offend me&lt;br /&gt;Christ do you want to see me&lt;br /&gt;naked in a room&lt;br /&gt;with linen strips&lt;br /&gt;tied to my bloody fingers&lt;br /&gt;Whip the soft white skin&lt;br /&gt;of her back for her crimes&lt;br /&gt;She died a virgin&lt;br /&gt;is that the greatest tragedy&lt;br /&gt;that sheds the most tears&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;he swallowed the cross&lt;br /&gt;stared at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;took his last breath&lt;br /&gt;and died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113643649044385810?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113643649044385810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113643649044385810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/01/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113358074833788506</id><published>2005-12-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:32:28.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trick Of The Mind</title><content type='html'>I see the parameters&lt;br /&gt;The boundaries few dare to escape&lt;br /&gt;What are they afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;When push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;All see the truth&lt;br /&gt;The scars you bear&lt;br /&gt;Do not diminish&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;They are a trick of the mind&lt;br /&gt;An illusion between me and you&lt;br /&gt;You stand on the precipice&lt;br /&gt;With a confidence&lt;br /&gt;Like a cat&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to pounce on your prey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113358074833788506?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113358074833788506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113358074833788506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/12/trick-of-mind.html' title='A Trick Of The Mind'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113272845743190898</id><published>2005-11-22T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:47:37.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majesty Is Frozen In Time</title><content type='html'>Alright&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;We gave up&lt;br /&gt;And we are feeling ice&lt;br /&gt;Majesty is frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;The day breaks&lt;br /&gt;Workers rise with the sun&lt;br /&gt;They are wearing grey&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;Another time&lt;br /&gt;Fragile and displaced&lt;br /&gt;A time lacking in fear&lt;br /&gt;You put on your badass boots&lt;br /&gt;Kicking through the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113272845743190898?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113272845743190898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/113272845743190898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/majesty-is-frozen-in-time.html' title='Majesty Is Frozen In Time'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-113228603533570603</id><published>2005-11-17T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:53:55.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning All The Jewels</title><content type='html'>Society is smirking&lt;br /&gt;Getting what it needs&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be something&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the air it breathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is valued&lt;br /&gt;Everyone perceived&lt;br /&gt;To be so very holy&lt;br /&gt;Down on their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I look into her face&lt;br /&gt;I see the primal reason&lt;br /&gt;Behind the human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factions are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;We are so human we can bleed&lt;br /&gt;We try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Where will thinking lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A society controlled&lt;br /&gt;Masking all the molds&lt;br /&gt;People want what they want&lt;br /&gt;The rest left in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the rules&lt;br /&gt;Playing all the fools&lt;br /&gt;Your hair smells like a forest fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning all the jewels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-113228603533570603?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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parts of it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Unbearable&lt;br /&gt;Parts of it&lt;br /&gt;Triumphant&lt;br /&gt;The past is a road that has been laid&lt;br /&gt;A pathway into the future&lt;br /&gt;We draw our strength from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have been learned&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are still beating&lt;br /&gt;The future seems easier than before&lt;br /&gt;Since so much of it has elapsed&lt;br /&gt;Into the past&lt;br /&gt;The present is more centered&lt;br /&gt;The Now more defined&lt;br /&gt;Life is a fever&lt;br /&gt;That breaks at a certain point&lt;br /&gt;But the fire remains&lt;br /&gt;Smoldering inside&lt;br /&gt;Burning unexpected tangents&lt;br /&gt;Our life force more focused&lt;br /&gt;As long as we can be honest&lt;br /&gt;And try to shake away&lt;br /&gt;The most important lies&lt;br /&gt;That cover who we are&lt;br /&gt;And what we want&lt;br /&gt;From the world&lt;br /&gt;From ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to Rimbaud.  He is 151 in age and in proof.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112986342356027123?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112986342356027123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112986342356027123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-important-lies.html' title='The Most Important Lies'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112733324474442925</id><published>2005-09-21T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:07:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Stand In The Light Of My Dreams</title><content type='html'>These times they are phantoms&lt;br /&gt;To what came before&lt;br /&gt;I felt a surge of fallen shining beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing that I had ever seen&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the light&lt;br /&gt;Of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted something beyond&lt;br /&gt;What the world could ever show&lt;br /&gt;Will we live life in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;In the empty halls without doors&lt;br /&gt;You do not want to speak of love&lt;br /&gt;Let it be all put to bed&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts left in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where they can do no harm&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Who is passing by&lt;br /&gt;What are we&lt;br /&gt;But people passing by tonight&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of recognition and hope&lt;br /&gt;Of a feeling felt long ago&lt;br /&gt;I remember your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you heard my words&lt;br /&gt;That summer burned the sweat into our skins&lt;br /&gt;Holding your face in my hands&lt;br /&gt;The beauty one man understands&lt;br /&gt;These times are traitors&lt;br /&gt;To what we know inside&lt;br /&gt;The end of all your pretty plans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112733324474442925?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112733324474442925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112733324474442925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-stand-in-light-of-my-dreams.html' title='You Stand In The Light Of My Dreams'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112446288122396652</id><published>2005-08-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:48:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Is the pain gone&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if it would never go away&lt;br /&gt;A living reminder of past misadventures&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing and twisting beneath the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional pain can be just as bad&lt;br /&gt;Smashing us hard in our chests&lt;br /&gt;Pushing down on our faces&lt;br /&gt;Making us somber and despondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness makes us sink&lt;br /&gt;Be it from karma or chance&lt;br /&gt;Drowning us in the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Of brooding exile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem distant and removed&lt;br /&gt;Taciturn and withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;Flying on fractured wings&lt;br /&gt;Broken blood vessels and ruptured tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are wounded yet will not scab&lt;br /&gt;The emotional weight felt with every step&lt;br /&gt;Isolation in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Obscuring our vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without pain we would not know pleasure&lt;br /&gt;A dichotomy of madness&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in an illusory cycle&lt;br /&gt;Until what end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112446288122396652?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112446288122396652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112446288122396652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112438576922906070</id><published>2005-08-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:22:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revolution Begins In The Heart</title><content type='html'>Tear down these walls&lt;br /&gt;that keep us afraid and alone&lt;br /&gt;The solitude bears down on us&lt;br /&gt;like a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;Ripping us limb from limb&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us bloody on the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Crouching in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;watching the feelings drift&lt;br /&gt;witnessing a muted soul&lt;br /&gt;The revolution begins in the heart&lt;br /&gt;and feels its way into the mind&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to shred the torn curtain&lt;br /&gt;to break apart the iceberg&lt;br /&gt;between us&lt;br /&gt;Passion can not be bottled&lt;br /&gt;it exists as fire in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Take these fated fantasies&lt;br /&gt;and let them rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Fragmented in the past&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;blooming in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Beauty has the power&lt;br /&gt;I can not say if that is right&lt;br /&gt;but it is in the eye of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;Even though society&lt;br /&gt;judges our every step&lt;br /&gt;Tear down these walls&lt;br /&gt;that keep us apart and without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112438576922906070?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112438576922906070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112438576922906070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/revolution-begins-in-heart.html' title='The Revolution Begins In The Heart'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112353086388160017</id><published>2005-08-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:57:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Fire&lt;br /&gt;in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating your lithesome gait&lt;br /&gt;and the independence of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see mercy in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Recognition in your stare&lt;br /&gt;Time and space lose meaning&lt;br /&gt;when you are near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not be constrained&lt;br /&gt;fences are anathema to your existence&lt;br /&gt;You must run free&lt;br /&gt;marking many miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty engulfs your soul&lt;br /&gt;You wander far and wide&lt;br /&gt;bringing grace and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;along for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure begins&lt;br /&gt;Energies collide at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Have I met the stunning vagabond&lt;br /&gt;of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique sister&lt;br /&gt;you follow your own path&lt;br /&gt;and I follow mine&lt;br /&gt;We always meet at the nexus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112353086388160017?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112353086388160017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112353086388160017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/08/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112200558533241418</id><published>2005-07-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:13:08.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Strains</title><content type='html'>These strains have catapulted me&lt;br /&gt;beyond where I was before&lt;br /&gt;A cosmic tumble in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see somewhat&lt;br /&gt;beyond the pain&lt;br /&gt;How much tribute do you need&lt;br /&gt;Your desire is as endless&lt;br /&gt;as the pathways of the stars&lt;br /&gt;The bruises have more or less healed&lt;br /&gt;leaving a twinge of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;We are parallel to infinity&lt;br /&gt;wandering through a neon sky&lt;br /&gt;Peace is within&lt;br /&gt;You demand my very soul&lt;br /&gt;but give riches in return&lt;br /&gt;Old wounds grab us by the neck&lt;br /&gt;and drag us along&lt;br /&gt;until they finally let go&lt;br /&gt;as if to surprise us&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone ready for round two&lt;br /&gt;The flagrant scars of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;have turned to faded scarlet&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of pain remains&lt;br /&gt;as a reminder of the misadventures&lt;br /&gt;of the past &lt;br /&gt;Those misadventures being some of my&lt;br /&gt;greatest memories&lt;br /&gt;fabled storied nights from the past&lt;br /&gt;coursing through my veins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112200558533241418?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112200558533241418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112200558533241418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/07/these-strains.html' title='These Strains'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112093875992212246</id><published>2005-07-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:52:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In A Word</title><content type='html'>I lost a piece of the sun&lt;br /&gt;That is drifting away from me&lt;br /&gt;Filling me with anger and sadness&lt;br /&gt;The memories rise in my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty in a word&lt;br /&gt;Enveloping me&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of love&lt;br /&gt;Contrasting with a world of brutality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intimacy has been murdered&lt;br /&gt;Quickly and cleanly&lt;br /&gt;Without wiping the blood from the blade&lt;br /&gt;Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth always getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Impeding progress&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to lie naked&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to be satisfied approaches&lt;br /&gt;Pressing through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;That eclipse the light&lt;br /&gt;And keep me from what is mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112093875992212246?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112093875992212246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112093875992212246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/07/beauty-in-word.html' title='Beauty In A Word'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112079297786948361</id><published>2005-07-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:26:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Moments</title><content type='html'>I can not remember&lt;br /&gt;The exact nature of the past&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect vision is blurry&lt;br /&gt;History is lost&lt;br /&gt;Sequences of events are blocked out&lt;br /&gt;Any given night can be blacker than black&lt;br /&gt;As it is blacked out&lt;br /&gt;Only a few rays of light&lt;br /&gt;Penetrate the void&lt;br /&gt;Offering little comfort&lt;br /&gt;And no solace&lt;br /&gt;The time is missing only to memory&lt;br /&gt;Because I was there&lt;br /&gt;I lived the lost legacy&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of experience were rolling&lt;br /&gt;But someone forgot to take notes&lt;br /&gt;Reality has slipped into another dimension&lt;br /&gt;The real is still real&lt;br /&gt;Only somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity drives me to attempt to recollect&lt;br /&gt;Certain moments are recalled&lt;br /&gt;But the process is very slow&lt;br /&gt;And only so much can be remembered&lt;br /&gt;Memory seems of little importance&lt;br /&gt;Except that if we forget our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;We are doomed to repeat them&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel doomed&lt;br /&gt;To repeat a past&lt;br /&gt;That has me by the throat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112079297786948361?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112079297786948361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112079297786948361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost-moments.html' title='The Lost Moments'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112070424858338063</id><published>2005-07-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:44:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Thoughts And Feelings</title><content type='html'>I want to go deep inside&lt;br /&gt;To find out what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside me deep inside you&lt;br /&gt;To feel your inner flesh&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to reveal your soul&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies entwined is familiar ground&lt;br /&gt;Sex is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;A trusted friend&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out&lt;br /&gt;We threw our bodies against each other&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in your stride&lt;br /&gt;Life became more difficult&lt;br /&gt;Because I made it so&lt;br /&gt;The answer was in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;My fist was clenched obstructing truth&lt;br /&gt;I blamed the world&lt;br /&gt;When it was my doing&lt;br /&gt;I let it all go&lt;br /&gt;Start fresh&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;If we knew the future back then&lt;br /&gt;We would have screamed&lt;br /&gt;It does not seem to matter now&lt;br /&gt;We are diving deep down&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no light&lt;br /&gt;Only thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;Struggling in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112070424858338063?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112070424858338063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112070424858338063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-thoughts-and-feelings.html' title='Only Thoughts And Feelings'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112061379432398926</id><published>2005-07-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:36:34.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perceptions:  The Winds Of Time</title><content type='html'>The winds of time&lt;br /&gt;Changing forever what we will know&lt;br /&gt;To be true&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cataclysm of humanity&lt;br /&gt;Stretching the earth&lt;br /&gt;And existence&lt;br /&gt;To fit our perceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Dictate our perceptions&lt;br /&gt;We are ruled by our fears&lt;br /&gt;Pushing us onward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strangle ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Make martyrs of our kin&lt;br /&gt;In the struggle to survive&lt;br /&gt;To postpone death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for magic&lt;br /&gt;For the carnival con&lt;br /&gt;Seeking security&lt;br /&gt;At any price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the work&lt;br /&gt;That needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the effort&lt;br /&gt;Required to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112061379432398926?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112061379432398926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11429062/posts/default/112061379432398926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/07/perceptions-winds-of-time.html' title='Perceptions:  The Winds Of Time'/><author><name>Chris Steven Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-112009959505862932</id><published>2005-06-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:46:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative Sonnet</title><content type='html'>In the darkest alleys &lt;br /&gt;there is beauty&lt;br /&gt;And in the brightest rooms&lt;br /&gt;there is hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find someone&lt;br /&gt;lying in the street&lt;br /&gt;Masking the pain&lt;br /&gt;saying something more profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than the cleanest one&lt;br /&gt;whose filth is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling inside&lt;br /&gt;like a wretched cauldron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a world of difference&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11429062-112009959505862932?l=forbiddenpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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