Something recent.

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Play the 4 string like you're possessed.
Possessed by some dancing demon, teasing out my decadent side.
Going to Heaven, are you? I guess we'll never meet again.
Because she makes me want to commit the sin of all sins.
And I'm way too prone to temptation.
So I guess I'm off to Hell.
She twists and turns, captures my gaze and doesn't let it go even for a second.
When we merged that night you left a part of yourself here.
Oh how I can't wait to return it to you.
Yet we've never even spoke.
I still taste you even now.
I'm hungry.

This is about someone. One person may know who hehe.

-AC

I know 😛

Very nice.

I told you I was obsessed! Haha.

Something happened that night, I swear.

-AC

😆 well, considering what you told me.....not too surprised!

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Dream, there's actually a person involved and jail isn't one of the theoretical results haha.

-AC

hahaha glad to know....

So you've waited for what seems like eons.
Now the day is upon you. So panic....
...or don't panic.
A final end or new beginning?
How does approaching death look to faithless eyes?
Cling to a religion that drops you, or cling to your own "good book".
It's not over, you know.
The end of your time is only the start.
For you are human, we are both one and many.
Mother nature doesn't throw away, she does her part to recycle.
Trust in rebirth.

-AC

hm... an interesting view.

This epic mess: A spectacle.
Clowns and jesters dance for the Ringmasters.
Through hoops of fire jump lions and tigers, they'll be sure to burn one day.
To control the beast is to control the jungle, it seems.
And all the animals are under their spell.
Mechanical nature, fading.
Emotionless.
Gone.
All become batteries.

-AC

Amazing poems AC!....you're very talentedclap

It doesn't matter if you're honest, only that you fake it well enough.
They'll never mind, they'll still clap and cheer.
Thick fumes clog the airwaves and the world inhales like a newborn.
A poison that tastes nice enough to swallow will kill you just the same.
Do sane thoughts in insane places make the thinker go crazy?
Will you become one of them?
Outside the clouds of putrid waste, the real ones create in exile.
If I know the puppets get the glory, why the satisfaction?
Safety in numbers, rewards in thinking.

-AC

I quite like that 😊