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Judge me & I will prove you wrong, tell me what to do & I will tell you off, say i am not worth it & watch where I end up, call me a bitch & I will show you one, fuck me over & I will do it to you twice as bad, call me CRAZY..but you really have no idea!!! You may find me too subtle until my knife shows you exactly the reason why god made you with spaces between each rib.

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Hmmm...I am Native American and I make Peace Pipes,
DreamCatchers, Mandellas,
Native American Loom Beading(jewlery) ect.

Breathe

Bring me the
blossoms of resplendent sunlight
Illuminate the night
with the beats of your heart
Paint a picture with your words
because your silence
crashes the whispers of my lonely love
They echo through my mangled soul
wanting & searching
reaching for signs of liquid pain
They rush for a fleeting beat of life

I beg of you
…breathe for me…

Let me hear your sweet soul
cry out my name…
Find me
Gather my heart
Caress the pieces of this crumbling existence
…like a delicate wind on a thread of silk…

…touch me…
Do not let the cinders of life
slip from your hands
Let me know that pain is not the foundation
to living
but that love can be the stars shining
in the Cimmerian shade
Purge this pit of fire and brimstone
one more time

find me…love me…
…breathe for me…

© February 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

MOVIES

Bleeds Black

Down where the rose won't grow,
Where all things shall decompose,
Among dead leaves and dragonflies,
I embrace all things that die.

When the veins are cold,
And the skull is cracked,
When the ribs unfold,
And the skin peels back,
When the mind is gone,
And the spine is slack,
When the soul is dead,
The heart bleeds black.

And now I cast out all my prayers
To peel away the rotten layers,
And all that's numb, to cast aside,
And find some purity down inside.
To find everything that I lack,
To find the heart that bleeds so black.

Down where the rose won't grow,
Where all things shall decompose,
Among dead leaves and dragonflies,
I embrace all things that die.

When the veins are cold,
And the skull is cracked,
When the ribs unfold,
And the skin peels back,
When the mind is gone,
And the spine is slack,
When the soul is dead,
The heart bleeds black.

For eternity, you are mine,
Among the lillypads and vines.
Down in the deep so cold,
I watch your petals all unfold.
Pulling your ribcage apart,
I reach inside for your heart.
As I succumb to rotten charms,
I embrace you in my arms.
And as the sun sets over us,
And we bathe in the haze of dusk,
There is no way I'll ever come back,
Your heart and mine, both bleed black.

©February, 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

MUSIC

Guess alot depends on what kind a mood I am in at the time.

“WE”

Endless, we begin.

We are nothing but serenaded bodies
in anticipation of the slow motion, reiterating the length
of our kiss; a memory of how elegant two breaths
of souls...
tasting... the other…
Before we ever knew the other.
How elegant two breaths of something unspoken can seem.
And you dress me so gently,
like a limpid ragdoll, all cotton
and flesh, cried out over and over, voiced over
your heart like an opera, and I am rapt.
Taken higher as I openly shed tears,
moist velvet, my back against your stomach
and I feel lit like a torch from the inside
of your eyes because you see
where I have become the ruination,
a rumination restored
and reverberating the sight of you;
where the sacrament of what we create builds
sanctuaries; soft spirits, ethereal…
and winds wept just like where we used to live.
I saw us as then.
and now. ..
endless, we.
Fallen angels shout about our lifelines
entangled and seraphim stained; clouds, as they drift
away, remind us that the plummet pulled
our palms apart.
the profane parched earth drank us dry
and we somehow found a riverbed of flowers
dandelions, tiger lilies, and bear paws
to soften every seed spilled.
you were inside me that day;
the last day…
the every day.
and i remember your hands ascending spines,
bestowing breasts a prayer, and flowing freely
over my stoned body, your temple…
my god.
the ancient sound of us is such the same.
the way you break within me is as yesterday’s breeze.
Tomorrow’s torrent,
A banshee of a woman underneath you.
Unsteady as summer’s rain and languorous
to the wettest touch.
It’s that time again.
where you wrap us up in the aether
awaiting the cry of the eagle, cheating it to be together in our forever.
We are not nearly broken enough, with our glass hipbones
and swollen places begging for a hymn.
We only continue,
an awe of evermore.
Sweet aether and therefore,
as it has always been…
lest, we begin.
The communion of forever is us.
Your mouth mimics my shape;
a window, framing our existence in colors;
outlined in black because our souls could not be contained.
Your touch brings about such wonders,
the ocean blues, heather greens, and canyon reds
of our togetherness would blend space and time
and eagle could not bear the thought;
he did not take our awareness.
We are
the fruition of completion.
You feel my heart as your pulse.
I feel your pulse as my breath…
and each quickens, thickens our blood
and our sheets rip and shred
to tear down long dead walls...
rampant we explore the depths
and pools of tongues in shadows of skies
until the light, like the sun on the moon’s bodice,
is too expansive and illumined;
we cannot grow quiet.
My wrists come together in heat
and your being arches my back,
Romanesque, Byzantine, and emblazoned.
Ecstasy emanated as our fingers, touching.
Love lingered on our cheeks, blushing.
and we have barely begun.

© September 1, 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

~~Dedicated to my aether mate--DaveDoom51~~

BOOKS

DaveDoom51's writings

Stephen King & John Saul Books

Erotica

Erotica stands naked
beside her floral
bower,
seductively she smiles
while
gargoyles toll the
midnight hour.

When...
fantasy becomes reality
to be played...
out upon the lawns.
Much frolicking...
seductiveness,
risque and quite ribald.

When naked Gods and Goddesses...
no longer chaste...
beware.
All are uninhibited,
completely
without care.

Soft golden breasts
dance freely...
as she runs
amidst the flowers.
Whilst...
lusty Gods take to the chase...
hard driven,
by sexual powers.

Desirous of soft moistened lips...
to touch
erogenous zones.
Soft sighs are heard,
but not a word...
~Occasionally~
gutteral moans.

Erotica stands suggestively
her eyes
ablaze with light...
~Provocatively~
she ponders...
who is worthy on this night.
Of my lust and
of my greed...
my insatiable appetite?

For sensual bliss...
an engaging
kiss...
my need
for pure delight.
~Capable~
to match my
prowess...
throughout this
endless night.

The chosen one
is the God in her dreams...
whom she trusts.
Who on more than one occasion...
has
fully satisfied her lust.

She calls his name
aloud...
and he is
quickly at her side...
"Erotica" he hisses...
before plunging
deep inside.

And holding fast
her buttocks
rocks her...
purposefully,
'til she's frought...
and like
a clap of thunder
his
ejaculation's wrought.

Erotica screams from pure delight...
her
climax brought to bear...
as her breasts
press hard
against his chest...
hands
grasping at his hair.

Her legs once
wrapped around him...
now unfold.
And fall away.
Her toes
now touch the dewy grass...
amidst whispers.
"Erotica stay!"

The night
it seems is endles,
full of passion...
lust,
desire...
Till both are satiated,
~extinguished now~
...their fire.

God Pan plays soft
upon his pipes.
Most...
Goddesses lay sleeping.
Her tireless God
desires no sleep...
he searches for more...
pleasure.
A God
full of lust,
seeks...
Goddesses of equal measure.

As night slips slowly into day...
Gods and Goddesses...
fade away...

while
gargoyles watching
from high places smile~

Accentuating their ugly faces.

~~© 2008 DarkAngel_BlackWings~~

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Writings by DaveDoom51, Honesty,Respect, Consideration for other's feelings, to love another from the core of one's self, and to be loved in return in the same way

The Threat

Curse this rising staring sphere,
Orb unblinking stealing night!
And to the shadows I disappear,
while mortals bask in the blaring light.
So indifferent, souls sick and unsure,
as their star burns and blisters the skin of my kind.
I have made a vow of hatred forevermore
to stalk them from this darkness that I skulk behind.

Midnight tolls its deep bass hour;
Graves open like serene nightshade flowers.
Seraphim, now fallen from heaven's grace,
Arise, ravenous, vicious; pale of face.
I link swiftly down silent alleys,
slipping into open windows;
I wait beside trails
in the plush long-grassed meadows,
seeking only to sate the ever-yawning hollow.

The only sustenance is found in the dying
of the one whose blood I swallow.
Too soon that hunger will return,
Painful, intense; persistent.
Taking human lives as prey
In one fatal instant,
Within which the elusive
And unfathomable soul
Are mine... thus filling
That gaping, hungry hole...

...And I, a fiend commit to slumber,
Submitting to the spell I am under.
Into basement, sarcophagus, chasm,
where, all men know, the Devil has them
locked in a dream of woven thorn-vines
Unable to wake as long as the sun shines.

The sound of a pendulous winged creature hitting ground
breaks the solemn silence of the sleepy little town.
Children whimper fretfully from vague, unsettled dreams,
and are startled into wakeful terror by nearby unholy screams.
Something perhaps lurks there behind that half-closed door,
perhaps leaving crimson puddles in splotches on the floor.
Invisible but for the bloody trail of footprints left behind,
I carry off the innocent to a place no one will find.

Sleep for now in peace, child- have nary a care,
the sun rises fast- tonight your life is spared.
But know this: I will come again,
on the wings of a wild windstorm;
Immortal, unyielding, fearsome and hell borne.
Curses upon every one of your souls,
hiding like mice in your little cubby-holes.
Deadbolts, chain locks, security systems,
Will never stop me from the taking of my chosen victims.
Warding spells, holy relics, chanting, churchyards, charms-
Won't save you from my rage as long as your blood is warm.
For as long as that fluid pumps through human veins,
the fear will rise in all men
yes, the threat remains...

© December 2008~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~ all rights reserved

TURN OFF'S

Phonie Ass People, WannaBes, Cheaters, Mind Games, Control Freaks, Abusers, Hurt, Broken Promises

Promised Truth

Whispered dewdrops singing on leaves
dancing among cataclysmic divinity
a single hope drowning in starlight
the purity of sacrificed sin.

A moonlit feline, my ultimate delight?

On the sacred prowl of crystalline eyes
such orbs of corrupt serenity
lazily dreaming, a simple rest awakened
a door to the finality of seeing.

A promised truth
the truthful lie
passionate broken hue
of a life forgiven to die.

Choosing the words to save the night
forsaken of blessings in Hellish goodbye
confusion, retribution
lost and confined
to all sort of secrets
that Death chose to hide.

Desirable innocence, tainted but blessed
gently and quick, a final embrace
to define Her Damned duality
angelic, demonic, Angeline, Dominion
Her true nature shows
what we all have in common.

Twisted and skewered, emotions on a stick
roasting and deformed
one final lick
a blinded hindsight, a lie
that we all revel to live in.

Illumined trust, distrust our purity
layered and layered among corpses
not at all morbid, a reality lined in fantasy
if none hear Her words,

We need not ignore
torn upon so many vines
of blackened iron-wrought thorn
bled, eternal rest
a darkened star of shadowed bliss.

© December 2008~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

ABOUT ME

The shit you hear about me...might be true but then again, it could be as fake as the bytch that told you.

I have kicked more ass than you have sat on and…
YES… I am a Heartless Bytch...Being a Heartless Bytch isn't about stepping on other people, or reality TV-style sabotage antics. It’s about working hard for what you want, and knowing when to stand up for what you deserve. It’s not about demoralizing others; it’s about self-empowerment. It’s not about being arrogant; it’s about displaying your confidence and intellect as a badge of pride. It’s not asserting any inherent superiority or self-entitlement, but recognizing your own self-worth and value.

I like to look good, that makes me a tease, I like to eat, that makes me a pig. I like to get off, and that makes me a slut. I like to be treated with respect that makes me a man-hating dyke. Trust me; I have no problem being labeled a bitch.

I have no time for those who whine and cry but do not exert themselves to try to actively improve a situation they are unhappy about. "Heartlessness" for a Heartless Bitch does not involve "being uncompassionate," but rather, only giving compassion where compassion is genuinely deserved.

My antagonistic mean-spirited attitude is reserved for fuckwits who desperately try to rationalize or otherwise defend what is an unhealthy mindset. … And for fuckwits that want a fucking medal and a gold star for doing what they SHOULD do.. That earns you NOTHING… that is your OBLIGATION. So spare me the pat on your own back. It's just a simple as wiping your ass after you shit, I'm not going to congratulate you for having decency and common sense.

By the way, I see no reason why having a clit instead of a dick should bar me from knowing how to work on my car, throw a decent punch, or fish and hunt. Yes, I'm pissed off and most people irritate me. But if people weren't so ignorant, self-absorbed, and downright stupid, I wouldn't be so Bytchy all the time.

So call me a Bitch, I know I must be hitting a nerve, call me a Heartless Bitch, I know I've got you running scared, but the best part is when people call me a Cold, Heartless Bitch (my brother's personal favorite), because people know I am someone they will never be able to subjugate. I'd rather be despised for my character than liked for my lack of it.

~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~

DON'T FUCK WITH ME...I FUCK BACK!!!

Tah-Shee-Nah

Standing alone, no one around...
Place out of time with what surrounds
it...
Sitting upon sweet hallowed ground...
She wonders why no one has found
it.

How long ago, how many ages...
Who's in charge, who turns the pages?
What rules apply when majik dictates...
Those who enter, and those left to wait?

She passes through some kind of membrane...
Some ancient spell left to dismay...
Those who hate; cruel heartless wretches...
Those who reek of man's decay.

Tashina finds herself engrossed...
Past images and other ghosts...
Leave her as she switches planes...
Embracing majik once again.

She bathes away her worldly cares...
In crystal waters from the lake...
Sighing as her soul relaxes...
Careful to give more than she takes.

Sleeping in the sun's embrace...
A smile appears upon her face...
A fleeting tear shed for the past...
She knows that tear will be her last.

A velvet touch disturbs her rest...
Familiar scent invades her mind...
Soft images of crimson nights...
Moonlight and her heart entwined.

Familiar presence felt not seen...
The one who makes her feel eighteen...
One who finds her when she's sleeping...
To take her soul into his keeping.

Spirit lover, her beloved...
The one who comes from in-between.
Caressing her, he's all to real...
Here in this land of tranquil dreams.

She awakens, can this be real...
Her lover's form at last revealed...
He takes her in his arms again...
Gives her passion....
.........takes her pain.

Together forever in this magic land...
Embracing eternity, hand in hand.

© July, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

For Tashina in celebration of her heritage and her spirit....and in hopes she will return to this place in the sun!

Soft Tissue
(Aether Rap)

Bus travels down the boulevard...
Driving 'tween the city's un-mowed yards...
My pulsing organ growing hard...
~No tissue separation~

The eagle's gift is my destination...
Random acts require explanation...
No-when, no-where, there's no...firm location...
~Soft tissue separation~

Lover's hand sliding up her thighs..,
Desire's fire burning in her eyes...
Swollen mouth echoes quiet sighs...
~Some tissue separation~

Lovely smile as she parts her lips...
Firm breasts display their hardened tips...
Grinding pleasure of her thrusting hips...
~Soft tissue separation~

Shared thoughts with a loving mate...
Hot cock pushing through her gate...
Scalding thoughts as she masturbates.
~Soft tissue separation~

A crimson mouth opens on her side...
As the razor shows me what's inside...
Lovely organs that her smooth skin hides.
~Firm tissue separation~

Hands moving through her glistening bowels...
Wet-surging climax marked, by her growls...
Creation's beauty is never foul...
~Soft tissue separation~

Aether portal opens moist and warm...
Another plane offering cosmic storms...
Offering energy, as I transform...
~True tissue separation~

© March, 2009 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Soft Tissue (The Female Side)

He is approaching this I hear….
His heartbeat beating in my ears…
My wetness flowing hot and clear…
~No tissue separation~

His breath against my skin I feel…
Across my body he does kneel…
Hot tongue upon my body is surreal…
~Soft tissue separation~

Desire burning deep inside…
His hand to my pleasure I do guide…
Anticipating the Lover’s ride…
~Some tissue separation~

His mouth presses against mine…
Tongues of passions do entwine…
My readied gate his hardness finds…
~Soft tissue separation~

His hard cock inside me slides…
Moving his hand deep into my side…
Stroking in rhythm with our Lover’s ride…
~Firm tissue separation~

Moving together in rhythmic motions…
Two hearts bond, true mate’s devotions…
Lover’s majik mixing potions…
~Soft tissue separation~

Climaxes growing deep within…
His hand strokes my organs again…
Quickening breaths do begin…
~Soft tissue separation~

Aether’s showing me his treasures…
Another plane hears our pleasures...
Surging climax reached together…
~True tissue separation~

© March, 2009~~DarkAngel_BlackWings~~all rights reserved

Do you really want to know?

Black Onyx

A time to hear and to obey...
Commanding beauty she doth convey...
Angel of mercy so dark and vicious---
Power abused...but the blood's delicious.

Approaching the bed that just arrived..
She feels a stirring from deep inside.
His wide eyes beg her for escape...
From his pain...infernal plans taking shape.

An injection to increase his hurting---
She licks his skin before inserting...
A monstrous needle in his vein---
Time for her evil games again.

Hell's half-sister of creation shines...
Through rough vessels, at such times.
Agony birthed so hot with-in him,
No succor by this harlot...given.

Chanting and awful acts conspire....
To bring about what she desires.
Death and cold destruction reign...
Soon only death's release remains.

Laying naked upon the bed beside him...
Her body alive, with wild...anticipation.
Foul ritual now demands completion...
A bath for her, in death's secretions.

Adding spice to her deprivation...
His agony fueling her desperation...
She reaches blessed culmination...
Better than pious masturbation.

Groaning marks her soul's release...
Imagined outrage of parish preists...
Should they learn of secret rites..
Performed by her on duty nights!

Adjusting garments, tying laces...
Bathing him to remove all traces...
Of her night's perverse attraction...
Removing signs of her satisfaction.

Soon...another she shall use...
Another corpse she can abuse.

© May, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

Lovingly dedicated to Dawn and Tashina....my two true "Angels of Mercy"...Thank You !! ~DaveDoom51

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From: tombstonefeary

03/09/2010 05:52:27 Not much really getting ready for spain and the day I get back some of my mates are having a camp out in my garden so it should be really cool :) what about you? x

From: DaveDoom51

03/09/2010 05:05:10 I thought I would stop by with an offering to the almighty Industrial god....so lets all take our injections.......throw paint at the walls......and start our Tuesday right !!!? Hope this helps !

From: DaveDoom51

03/09/2010 03:11:43 Look what I found while surfin' hehehehe Well here, by special arrangement......especially for my native Fawn, is ..........................................

From: DaveDoom51

03/09/2010 02:39:11

darkangel_blackwings wrote:

*giggles*

*sniffles, then blows his nose* Hehehehehehehehehe

From: Ratz

03/07/2010 19:44:08

darkangel_blackwings wrote:

Thanks for sharing Ratz!! How ya been?

Ratz skriev:

. . . !

U´r welcome , and Ratz hope U did like that song/clip like it . .

! Thanx for asking . . Well . . To be honest . . Nothing much is happening here really , the only thing that seems to happens is work . . as usual . . ( Booring isn´t it . .

? ) . .

! Ratz hopes D_B is having moore fun then . . Ahhhh . . BTW . . Congrats for finishing school . .

From: vahalla

03/06/2010 11:04:04

Hey Girl,

Having re-read your poems, I loved " Bleeds Black" one of the most consumate, yet succinct and 'ultimate' descriptions of physical death I have every read. To me, however, "WE" stands out, as an absolute MASTERPIECE...it speaks to me as Kahil Gilbran does when he writes of his Beloved. It is truly one of the MOST incredible writings on Creation and Intimacy I have EVER READ....ANYWHERE...and I just wanted to Thank You from the bottom of my heart, for sharing it with US. IF the Gods and Goddess allowed 'mere' mortals' or even other Gods/Goddess' to read their Diaries of Creation, I believe the most intimate and beautific, we could hope, would read like this...There are not the Words at present, available to me, to tell You truly, how privligded and humbled I feel at having had the opportunity to read such Golden and Purrfect Descriptions of True Acts of Creation between Beloved Soulmates....Thankyou...Thankyou...Thankyou...Vxx

From: vahalla

03/06/2010 10:46:59

Hey Girl ,

I'm ok, I took some time off to resit my drivers licence, 'cause I had let it expire and am happy to say, after only slightly scaring the driving tester, I got it back !

We just had a wicked storm in Melbourne, Australia. I live on the 22nd floor of an apartment building and the hail, as large as golf balls, built up in the corners of the balcony, to five or six inches. Torrential rain, driving winds, mud all over the roads, and the road perpendicular to the one my building is on, flooded! Police and Fire Services blocked it off as the water reached 3.5-4ft in depth. There was a purple ute, rotating in slow circles in the middle of the road. We lost all power for about three hours, and we are meant to still have one month left of summer.

As I like fur ( I know very non-PC, but squirrels, weasels etc...promise me they don't mind the sacrifice!) leather, coats, esp long, heavy Gothic boots and hats and 'hoods'...well, can't say I'm too sorry to see the Apocoliptic Winter Conditions arriving...I must say I got momentarily excited...At first I thought it was my cat playing noisily whilst I was asleep ( I generally sleep during the day and work a couple of nights a week ) but when it looked liked the hail was going to break the windows and sliding doors onto the balcony ...I thought HOORAY...THIS IS IT!!!! Maybe the end date of Dec 21st 2012 has been put forward and I didn't get the memo....sadly it appears this is not the case...

"And the True Land,remains the True Land,

beneath the Light of Day.

Take me back to the True Land,

And Out of the World of Decay" Unshapely Things by Mark Del Franco

"Lost in Distance, lost in sleep,

Lost in Sorrow, dark and deep.

Seek the way through flesh and bone,

Seek the Path, to Heart and Home" ...Dog Days by John Lewitt

To which I would lke to add : " Blood and Bone...the last way home"...

Finally :

" I FEEL LIKE ONE,

WHO TREADS ALONE

SOME BANQUET HALL DESERTED,

WHOSE LIGHTS ARE FLED,

WHOSE GARLANDS DEAD,

AND ALL BUT HE DEPARTED" From " Oft, in the Stilly Night" by Thomas Moore ( National Airs 1818)

Its a dark and muddy night in Melbourne, heading towards dawn, with Emergency vehicles everywhere, traffic lights out, and police directing pedestrians and traffic alike. The streets are littered with the detris of the storm, mud, foliage, rubbish from people seeking shelter under building alcoves and doorways, snuffling takeaway foodstuffs and snarking sodas and alchol. It is the kind of night, where the usual 'magic of the night' has given way to the glaring inadequacies of both city life and 'human nature'. Everything looks tawdry and trashed, like a bad club after dawn, after a night off revelry. It really does in all ways resemble a bad stage set, where half the props and background boards have been vandalised and lost...all gloss and polish gone...minor destruction, litter and glaring banality remain.

Anyway, thanks for checking in on me, I will get around to posting you some of those poems. Let me know the best format to do this in. Would you prefer I post them to you, through comments, or would you like to give me a web address or postal box...let me know...By the way, I have probably mentioned this before but both your site and your prose / artwork are incredible. Vxx

From: v_marina666

03/06/2010 07:36:09

hails my friend and many sorrys 4 postin' this!!!
U WILL DIE DEAD IF YOU STOP READING
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so there was this bunny named elf and he had an owner named benny and benny loved the rabbit. 1 day the rabbit and benny was taking for a walk and then they ran in 2 a girl who also wlaked with her bunny and it’s name was cammie.

her name was beth. beth and benny went 2 starting dating and 1 day they were having unprotected sex and weren’t watching their bunnies like good pet owners should be. then the rabbits both ate hand grenades and exploded. then their exploded bunny parts were buried but the bunny parts turned into smaller bunny babies and clawed their way form the ground and attacked people who have unprotected sex.

if you don’t pass this along 2 12,000 people, bunnies will bite your penis off and they will bite your vagina off 2 and then they’ll eat ur eye balls until they can drink ur eye socket blood. i broke this chain letter and now i’m died.