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Powerful Words

Powerful Words

Some emotions and thoughts are just to powerful for words.

                                James Steiner

                                Aug. 18th, 1998

Monkey in the Mirror

Monkey in the Mirror

Just like chimps in the trees

we bicker back and forth

with senseless words, meaning nothing to us.

Why do we think that what we say

will change anything.

So connected to the world, or so we thought.

We tend to forget the main internal goal

of this surrealistic world we have made  for ourselves.

...come  on, why do we feel that we are so smart,

our voice can spread disease and famine of a

non-educating intelect.

With our eyes sewn shut with the threads of money

you can only see sucess in the silk woven papers of green

and your notes of communcation come out in dollar signs.

If you don’t have that wad of cash in your hand you feel as

worthless as the lint in youir pocket.

Always running two steps behind the world of happenines

you laugh at the less fortuneate,

thinking, you are glad you are rich.

Your conceite runs away your family and friends

you start to lose sight of your goals

and one day you look in in the mirror,

and realize the monkey looking back from the glass, is you.

James Steiner

Nov. 9th 1999

Crimson nectar of life

                                            Crimson nectar of life

The tuff of brunette hair in my hand

Provides resistance against my grasp,

I pull her head back towards the moon

To expose her naked bodice glistening from sweat,

My hands wander down her body,

Across her breasts and satin stomach,

The lower they travel the more nervous she becomes,

Even though her sex has already been violated by

Nature’s eyes it now knows my gaze,

Feeling resistance once again,

This time ignoring her weak attempts for control,

I yank back her head knowing it is now,

When I must sink my teeth into her soft sexy flesh

And feast upon her beauty.

As my giving fangs slid into place I know now

Why I craved this moment so many years ago.

The taste of virgin blood fills my mouth

And I know I have a mate.

On her short decent to the earth

I can hear a small weak whimper

Only until her light is extinguished

By the soft yet harsh soil below,

Although my heart was only half involved

I can feel the beauty of death consume her.

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As the stillness cracks and erodes

By the chaos that follows the first raindrops,

The evil within rises up and consumes her.

Worshipped by my new mistress,

I become to love her newly found darkness.

I feel the life being sucked out of my body

Like the blood from my wrist

As she feeds for the first time,

On the crimson nectar of life.

                                  Jamez Steiner

                                  Feb 20^th 1999

                                                 Revised April 1^st 2008