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The outline to her risqué shape, conjures up in Alessio’s mind the image of lust, dangling on the edge of canyon cliffs. As though he were the coyote to find the scrap of flesh, unknowing of the trap to bring him high. He would fall to bleed in her, a love that reaches miles across…
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She soars, as a phantomBled by distant romance.Upon the halo’s entrance,Smiles were eclipsedFrom her place in the skyTo the Earth where she dies. Float past meTo the fear you know so well.Fly to the wind, that embraces theeAmong all of you, so torn. I’ll kiss, though will not kiss, againThe hollow eyes that see only…
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No longer shed the tears,No longer shed the struggle.You collapse on knees as old as the stones behind you,That you drag.Though, your nakednessHas been something to kissFor beauty’s sake. Life has stepping stones,Not weights for shoulders. Love searches for paths in bones,Calling a ring up to ears that sting. Once I saw you undressed near…
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You feel the ropeWrapped around your feet?You feel the eyesPouring a stare upon your handsWhile all you holdAre the tears, from the night? Do you feel the loveBreathing over you,Bleeding beloved? Do you feel the burnOf my armsAgainst your cold skin? I grew to be your King,My darling woman,So that I may set you on…
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Wrap me in whatever you can lend me For I have brought death to my scenery. I do not wish to be kissed by the moon, Nor the feathers of ravens. Though, this pillow beneath my head Seems to be filled with blackness. Don’t you want to hold me? Don’t you want to lift me…
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Why so frail above me,God of my mercy?I have loved life with a smile of unendingAnd loving applauseTo the petals that surrounded meAll of my years. Now that pain has grasped my lungs,With loneliness to my heartThere stirsIn my bowelsAll the acids of pain,As my heart with loneliness, becomes strained. “Do not give in,”As I…
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It is not to be swiped aside that we do not want a dog, nor a cat, nor a horse, to be mistreated, but what of criminals? A “right” is temporary when one abandons it. Like the dog, abandoned, and then “rescued” to be placed behind a cage, how does one see the inmate in…
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Petticoat and petticoat, as is the collection for a woman’s wardrobe, during this hearty time of the 1950’s. Paris is a splendor for attentive glances over the shops. What is there for glimpses, other than what leaves treasured scents from neck and cheeks as deep in pallor with white as a silken blouse? Love leaves…
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“Love is Hell’s starvation.”
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What I didn’t die for, was what I lived for. Though, who I loved perhaps caught my attention enough to want to lay to rest myself in her arms, and never awaken. There were lies caught in her hair. I had to remove them. There was pain so golden that she held upon, in a…
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Life has giftsOf dying oldGiven unto the youngWho treasure what is hungAbove in the sky, where tears fall loosely. Your eyes sungWith higher choirsThan ever did your mouth, breathing out your screamsTo my open ears,My open arms. Life is a peddled roadFull of moments, stolenAway from where cliffs offer the racing childrenWho shall not become…
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The power of reason has been on the side of science, when it is the thing opposite from love. Why is reason opposite from love? It is because reason dissects what all people are satisfied and content with. This is within the power of love, to be content with what one already has. Love, as…
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