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I saw beneath lashes, masked by shadow,The beauty, of unfathomable lust,She drew a finger, in my direction,So that I’d lay, beneath ivory flesh. Never was there, an emotion so exquisite!As the one laid, upon my heart,Enough, so that she cared, to comfort,Its undying beat. She drew across, three fingers, to her bosom,So that three orbs,…
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Poem #1 A Marvelous Waiting Game Of eye and iris, combined, I combed the earth, to then find, those pair, Dipped in honeydew, and nectar alike, Stark against pallid skin, and reddened cheeks, As thy making, were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries, you emit, By the graces, of angels, By the disgrace,…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
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Of stars, to stir through bleak dusk, Down rivers of a trailing tear, A woman raw in flesh, scent in musk, Subtle sigh in mournful fear. She would quell her beating chest, Lay a hand below her chin, As upon her face, a wash of white, To echo a tune in deathly rest, Strangled strings,…
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Q: For those you believe to be in question of the unknowns to life, who are such people? A: They are such people, as both Christians and Scientists, who raise their heads in curiosity to see such unknowns. An unknown, being what is placed upon with a question. That question will receive an answer. What…
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Of eye and iris, combined,I combed the earth, to then find those pair,Dipped in honeydew and nectar alike,Stark against pallid skin and reddened cheeks,As thy making were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries you emit,By the graces of angels,By the disgrace of my fallen empire,By the dismay to my withered pride,You are still…
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Upon a night, where the moon rose to stayAnd look upon us with fervent fervor,I saw behind that dress that covered thou,A white back that gleamed beneath the silver. A tempting look in your eye,You had a back that gleamed beneath the silver,With a coat of sheen that grew to bloomIn the radiance of an…
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“Your amiability is sworn,” said the puling temptress,And I had forgotten, the meaning of death. I pulled a message, from her hand,And read it, forthwith,It read so neatly, in my hand,Words of long-etched, verse,Bleeding, with a hue, akin, to the ink color. “Next to nothing, that you are,A devilish crude vessel, of a man,Made for…
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Q: The fundamental difference between changing and improving is, as you describe it, changing to what is going to work, and to improve is to improve by adding layers. Is this correct? A: To change would mean to divide oneself between the working and the not working. And to improve oneself would mean to work…
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I grew upon, thy curling hip,With a lash, to a petulant visage,And thou, drew me near,To hear the sighs, and the fears,And the never ending, quake,Of thy, roaring heart. A vein, and a dynasty,A cruel blight, and a fantasy,A death, and an illusion,Was all it took, to flee,For thou to flee, from my side,So that…
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Death divides, my purpose,Love had made, it wine,Your lilies, when worn, on crown, so high,Drew to knew, the nectar, from, the sigh.As when God, bent his knee,Your loving God, had bent, his knee.And I gave a ring, to thy finger,So that thou, would accompany me. You are not devilish, on my barren lands,You, with your…
Modern Romanticism 