This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2011-11-18 14:22:24 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Feeding on Innocence

What lack of velvet kiss                     tender caress Shades the day into night                  hiding from sight Forbidden lust upon                     innocence Would no demon tempt              no luckless attempt spent Damn myself to hell ever             to take the child to tremble

Copyright © November 2011 James C. Horak

Additional Notes:
Fuck the Pope and the ambivalence he has so recently expressed over paedophilia.

This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-12-01 23:43:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Bold, filled with honest collection of thoughts put to paper with a vast detest of what is happening that makes this piece stand out. Your words flow in a subtle manner yet bring out the "sewer", that seems never ending - and will always smell foul. Very nicely done, and I would say thumbs up and congrats on a piece well worth reading, taking note of the intensity in which you have written this. Blessings, Deni

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2011-11-20 18:57:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
James, How horrible to justify the priesthoods :mistakes" with children and call it natural. The christian word would help them heal! Like hell it will! The pope must be wearing a mask and it slipped off a bit to show who he really is. hmmmmmmmm You spread the word and get us thinking. Great work James. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-11-19 13:19:31
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
JCH, this piece is so current, so tragic and so illuminating. In few words you capture the innocence, and the guilt. On a personal note, when such as this occurs, or other ills visited on innocence, they haunt me, and there are images that remain indelibly in my mind. Oh, how I often wished I were superman, (at least of the moral fiber he had before marginalized by the modern society realism) and to be able to, if not prevent, certainly to reprove as can be accomplished. In the end, it must be the deity that allows for healing and responsiveness. For that, among other reasons, I hope for a magnanimous deity. It is a well-written treatise. I am not sure in my verbose writing styele, I could have captured the passions as you have.
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