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How long must I Call my knees to fall To your lips lowered neatly To the fossil of me? You turn a head Towards God and His head. He pledged a kingdom to you, Of a great castle, Not bleeding, Though needing. I am a broken man Needing of only one chance To call me…
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Gravitate your stare Down to where you shall beware The coming flood Of my love. Upon unknown currents You will sail your body, Sculpted with much defeat To your loneliness. The hurricane With its great winds Stains my sides, my mind With its droplets Upon every violin’s edge. I drop to my knees To weather…
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How would I like To soak myself in the strands of your rain? Bleak and brown locks that hang like hands Loosened off the edges of broken clocks. Your grave, a swindler’s den That kisses me, in breezes to the night, The gusts to my palms, The seeds of fairest dandelions Lost on their voyage…
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Leave your stars To my map That I will follow the path To your open mouth, To your parted red lips Under the purple skies, The embedded lakes In your feeble eyes, Letting me count reasons, Letting me count seasons, Fogged by winter, Rained upon by Autumn, Loosened by the breezes of Summer, Stricken by…
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Return to me Sadness of my missing symmetry. There is grief to expel From rotting moments Under fingers sharp as glass, Piercing my neck To send forth sighs without parted lips. Your eyes round the table, Warning me Of the doom that surrounds the corners. Love leaves a stain For the nuptial gain. My parted…
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“Naming God to be formless, would mean of Him to not be lustful, not wanting of punishment to others, and not acting as any other human who would grin at the sight of ‘well-deserved’ vengeance. All pleasure is felt of a human in the form. If such is the case, then God cannot punish. For…
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“No man deserves to call himself honest, if he cannot look at change, and name it next an upwards improvement.” – Modern Romanticism If a politician will not ever be honest enough to take down a president, or another politician, through the use of the gun, there will be left the deception enough to come…
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“Beauty has no way to improve, without love. Without the care that goes into repairing wounds, being on the flesh of a beautiful form, there will be objective ugliness. For ugliness is made objective, opposite from what is beautiful, due to the innate knowledge that what has been made ugly, has been without love, been…
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Love walks. She walks. Or, she had walked, and now she lays. Upon a back with eyes to a ceiling. Her ceiling. Her mind with walls and the drawn-in above. A world of hers, this Lisa, who can smile without sincerity. Radiance makes its way over her skin, masking something more than this. A belief…
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Would you meet me To hear me speak Of all truth that will make me weak? Upon my knees, I plead For the faces that stream out to the reeds That bend to the wind, As eyes watch the sun drop from the sky’s forehead More afflicted with fever, of blue Than the yellow of…
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She was laced In the straw found from fields, Revealing sculptures I can surely bleed. From between ivory towers Where greed Runs up to flee In any amount I can see Of the source to her craving, While my ideals are stepped on by heels. I count the waves, Numbered in the knowing Of what…
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I drop my weights Like stepping stones, For in vain, I believed, I could cross the river Made of tears not meant to Go on, forever. Your blood Runs in me. I will never leak a thing from my heart. All beauty to your face, All sensation to this embrace. I want to call you…
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