Beauty
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The interest in youth,Is all too gullibleFor my understanding.For you have crossed a line where hurt lays dormant,And have faced the tears of a man,A man who has shielded your unguarded heart. There is so much sympathy withdrawn to the shadows,That it would feast on your torn soul.Your torn form, and the graces unfathomable,Of arms…
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My love,How graceful thou hast become,With undying beauty,Seemingly never to end.I am in love with it. A grace to arms,A gentle face,And no hatred would ever linger,Upon thy wild bosom.For you are one with me. I am in touch with God’s throne,And upon it, I sit,With you at my left side.I am in touch with…
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The trembling that thou exposes,In flesh that remains not calm,An empire of rubble lays at your feet,A certain sickness dwells in your heart. You have found beauty in places of loathing,You have wept before mirrors that showed oceans,You have laid brick where the rich dwell,You have made flame upon lands not scorched. And eyes once…
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Have thee gone astray?From the wicked heart of mine,Into the comfort of decayAnd into the solace of a new moon,Soon when your weary mindSees the heat in this garden’s bloom? I see with steps that are taken,Above a grave that reeks,In the scent of an ocean,The magnificence of your fall.And soon to lift you up,From…
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Q: As you term it, the “individual perspective” has become the beginning of the selfishness to a world with only a focus on the self, and a human’s inevitable yearning for companionship? A: The “focus on the self” stems always from a view around oneself that is full of the rottenness of humanity. One believes…
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My fragile darling,How I wish to adopt your pain,For it speaks many long sentences,To my aching ears.You have many years in sorrow.And you are destined to be,To be with me.You have love pouring out,Though, I recite this eulogy. I found the universe to be lacking,Among the stars and the shapes,I found your face as singular,Like…
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I have in my palm,The clay of your illuminated shell.Your beauty that remains stilled,Among the ebony shores,Clears the skies,In your nudity.I am in love with only the failure,That has become my eternal addiction.Oh, when love is my eternity.When love is my mercy. I loathe the external benefit,The mute loathing that showsA frail breathing, lifted by…
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You have love that surrounds you,As two arms that have closed upon you,I have locked you as a shape,I now love you in this place.Your rosy cheeks are my dessert,Your barren words are its sweetness. I describe,With a voice so cherished,The roundness of a cheek, the left one,And the right one, that has a distant…
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Tipped into thy divine mouth,Like Heaven draining through an hourglass,Of thy heavenly form, with no crudenessAt all, to the beauty of serpents. I am in love with a sin,To make love with the surge of emotion,To make love with a woman of my nightmare,Of all pain, and her studious gaze,Here is me, to count the…
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Your dreary web of shades,Falls into my place,From the world’s hidden face,As we stand beside a banquet and its host,Placing each memory to our shoulders,Hoisting its intolerable presence. Oh, beauty.With thy lavender scent,From attire born to beckon.You have a harmony to your voice,And a grace to thy shoulders,A tempting look,In two orbs, of two eyes.How…
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Q: What you propose in your scenario is that flesh has a Necromantic emotive to it. Do you wish to elaborate? A: Necromancy is the emotion, or emotive, that arises from an inability to forget those who have died. This is to say that we should forget their physical form. What manifests the physical form…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
Modern Romanticism 