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Society will dub freedom to be eternal, meant to be eternal, and yet the sun at its Zenith, remains that way to look upon the Earth, for but an instantaneous moment. Upon the time of 12:00 P.M., within every nation, in every time zone, there is when the sun has reached its peak of height,…
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As I believe it to be, the essence of the poet, of all poets, is to understand. There is no bias, ever possible, from the poet. The poet finds it to be a crime to lie, a very immoral dilemma he or she’d commit upon themselves. Like a lash to the skin, it would be…
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Threads weaved about, curves among blessed curves,A small pup in your shadow,You’ll scorn the thing to its hiding,With lips made of scarlet stripes.To some painter with his wielded brush,To some sculptor with his hands in the white,To each golden bit of skin, with golden highlights,In satin and velvet, there is you, with face full of…
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Herein is a sickness that succumbs the mind to its brutality. The addiction. The drug, as the addiction, is the intake of sheer pleasure. Wherefore does not a song, during today’s time, speak of love to be a drug, and not the cure to woe? Love cures the heart, whereas a drug plagues it with…
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As a man, my reign is within guilt, and guilt is my protocol. I am no disbeliever to guilt, no stranger to it, as it hangs over my head like a plastered cloud, being stuck upon some unseen surface. I receive the opportunity to not achieve, though to cover guilt. Behind me, there is a…
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My personal disposition for waiting, has become a tiresome one. I recoil at the task, itself. And why is this? It is because I have waited too long, for something to arrive. My beloved. Too long have we been apart, and now she is far, still too far, and for this, I loathe waiting. Spread…
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If ever a cat could sing,And show to meAll melodies upon a mouth made of gold,From whispers made to pluck,And eyes made to stare.Love at first sight upon its kindest gaze,Wondrous gaze, and fervent glance,I would love it, hold its form, with graceful curves,And its ever-more graceful step,I would watch from a careful distance. If…
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Atop of Heaven, there is a woman, there is a beautyWhose triumphant call is a horn of flame.There is the sun,To which I grasp with all my knowingOf what she behold for me, in this time of need.My pain is a growing monster,And her touch will heal. Above to where I see long tresses trail…
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Like the sun, soon when it rises,Up towards an area developed in noontide,Where contentment should breach itself into life,I feel but the sun, as well, crawling up my stomach,To a heart made of love,To a heart injected in the confusion,To this massive feeling.As the sun rises, shows its life,So does my heart,Though, the pain surges.…
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“Can empathy be brutal? Yes. It can be brutal. It can be brutal upon the lover and the loved. Love is an emotion that stirs night into day, until the star we carried in our minds, is lingering above our drunken faces. We will deny love as long as possible, until it begins to hunt…
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All of my painGoes into this kill,This one kiss upon the terrible formThat sought me to be stillThat sought me out,To be heavy with the weight of loss,For you were there,Until you were not. Your absence might appear kind,It is unlike the place I will findYourself, among the dust of a ruined city.Might it be…
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