He came, like never before,
spewing infested verbal semen
from his mouth, unfettered.
Swarms of sinful confessions,
swam through the disinfected air
as he lay, withering into wood.
Perfect timing always conjures
images of success and beauty.
He avoided the consequences
by mentioning his societal rapes
before shriveling up into dust
not realizing that destiny seems
to follow you several lifetimes.
He will see, he will see.
–by Maria Mocha © 2006
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I love creative writing and photography and I am passionate about both. I write poetry, essays, short stories and various thoughts about different topics. Sometimes I will post pictures I have taken as well. Writing eases my mind, releases tension in my heart and cleanses my soul. I will post a variety of my writings I have done over the past 20+ years and current writings. I will also post various photos I have taken from time to time as I also like photography as well. I welcome you to my blog and I hope you enjoy it.
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