Phaedra

Life is a bean within a well,
The falling curds to burning hell.
Lest water be beneath this drop,
I fear this ride to all but stop

A melting pot of mortal sin,
For all of us to live within.
Affirming darkness into birth,
A bean had fell in fertile earth.

Embrittled embryos anew,
Creating light without a clew.
Seeds ever falling in the night,
A labyrinth of Crete so bright.

Life is a bean within a well,
The falling seeds to burning hell.
Lest water be beneath this drop,
I know this ride can never stop.

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Aperçu

My gaze is that of a benign deluge.
Her skin is that of a newborn frond.
For fear of inundation, I must not-
A glimpse is but a greeting, I love not-

Perhaps one day she'll smile at me,
Perhaps one day she'll die with me.

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Los Angeles Jeans

A citizen of splatter paint;
The picture of pretentious.
With logic in a paper cup,
They've drank their class against us.

With upper class mindsets intact,
An orgy of pretentious.
And missing from their shallow depths-
The message that they left us:

"Los Angeles jeans, Las Vegas seams-
This is our life; These are our dreams."

**** me, I actually rather like these.

Peoms

These don't deserve to be called poems, you half-wit, they are more like POOems!!! @_@