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“Her yearnings are infinite…” Empathy is the emotion of the personal. The snow and its cold are where people are buried. Beneath its flakes, there is the death of where people sleep. We have noticed of the towns and cities that are spread across the earth, that sympathy is now the emotion used for when…
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There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Premise: A pregnant woman is stricken with cancer. Upon receiving the news to the diagnosis, she now must outlive the 8 – 10 months that she is given as a death warrant. “9 Months to Live” is a tale of a pregnant woman with cancer, whose own lifetime depends on her child’s life. She must…
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Q: You say that sympathy is the only utilization of any form of government? A: It is correct. Q: Why is that? A: There used to be a time when the common American would empathize, not sympathize, with their nation. Understand, this is purely a psychological argument. This was during the time when only men…
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Those kisses,To which I offer for two nipples,And a bottom,To which I offer my grip.Your face asks for a stare,My own; I’ve become aware. Your eyes show stars;I am in their marveling glance,Deep kisses I share to a face,Upon two cheeks, these kisses are laid,Upon two lips, these kisses are laid,They are laid down, so…
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I have angered you,I have made you unkind towards me,When I have been unkind towards you.I so deserve your intolerance,Your anger,Your demolition of my spirit. The pain, it has swelled,Up to the Heavens, where there is God,And he has made ashes for me.No palaces that will stand,For me to behold in grandWaiting, because they have…
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“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared…
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Wonderful beauty,With a heart that sows the harvest,Of a new morrow. You have eyes that I wish to kiss,And cheeks with tears I wish to lick.Our love is a flame,An inextinguishable flame,For no hands, besides ours, can touchIts hold upon us. Your face shows radiance,Alike the gold of a highest palace,And a highest angel, feels…
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There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom, And a leech hung over thy weighted brow. It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly, And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
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Would my followers care for a book of poetry? I seem to have written a lot, for this blog. 🙂
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Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the sins, of a one.Woman! My love, you are, as death,Never lifted aboveThe closeness, to poverty. With each groan, in savage pain,You remain enticed, by loathing.So much pain,Has crossed, your eager mind.So much shame,Has made itself,…
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My love,Allow me,To lift thee,From tragedy. You found in yourself a place,A shape, a heart,You are a muse to me,And I am amused by you. A love I see so clear,As the subtle stars,Beneath widest lakes,A face so very dark. And so very light,As you, the illuminated beauty. So very low, I have bent my…
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