Women
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“As anyone who holds even the slightest understanding of Psychology, the human brain is incapable of holding two primary focuses. Rather, there is always a primary and a secondary focus. Should quality be the primary focus, then quantity will become the secondary focus. Should quantity be the primary focus, then quality will become the secondary…
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Fancy yourself dressed,In the fanciest gown,Decked with the rubies of a life once loved,In all your aromatic kisses,And eyes that glow in the haze of a summer’s night.Beauty! Now, dance for me. Find me in the garden,With thy roses plucked,And thy breasts revealed,I find your loneliness a thwarting thing,I find no pleasure,From the previous day.…
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Beloved,With scars so engraved,Am I able to dig them out? Am I am able to see,That which has muddled thee,By the sin we both breathe,In bitter misery? Bandage these sores,For they’ve accumulated,Vast swarms of flies,Longing to feast. I have failed my own God,The woman I adored,And now see tragedy,Upon my doorstep.He calls himself, “Death”,And fails…
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When upon the time in a distant romance,When love once guarded her form,When a frame had guarded a painting,When my arms had guarded truth,I knew for once in my life,That my home is not this home;It is the space in her heart,And upon a face, where quivers an aching smile,I would die to know her,…
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Petals have fallen, over a naked leaf,The soil has been where I found thee laying,Frozen and dead, with a mark upon thy forehead,The mark of terror. The mark of a beast.The mark from a man,Who knew your heart, taken to keep. Beloved, with thy tranquil eyes,That I still see, beneath this frail temple,You have hair…
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I am seated, with my head in my palms,And I ponder to myself over what I’ve lost,Besides another tear. Another tear,Another flake to the ashes,Another memory to the burial,Another fragment from the heavy weightSeemingly lost, and now,The Earth possesses it. Of blinding tears, and blinding rageThat seems to be all I feel.As my emotions are…
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Face our turmoil,And rend the world apart!See where we have felt the stinging pain,The toil to what has been called love. Never love and only the survival bought from danger,I am a man of guilt who is asked to be strong.I am a man of pain who is asked to be painless.I am a man…
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Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
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“The woman’s body is the land, inevitable to grow the flower that smells of rotten flesh, or the flower that remind one of a fragrant meadow. Of all men and their belief that a woman should be decorated, it is a false belief. Of a woman’s mind, and to say that a man cannot comprehend…
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For what I behold,A Face of Inspiration,Gained from who I love,And all I love,Being she,And her heart, made of gold. Behold, before thee,Beautiful woman,Who belongs to me.There is much weeping upon my face,My eyes once showed tragedy,And now they behold the highest joy. Deny nothing,We’ve become the everything.Your face is there for my quill,And the…
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Go belittle all else!Unto this rotten love,Of all else given,We’ve dismembered enough,As our cries show many agonies,Many moments of eternity. We are frail children,Tiny ones of no might.We have death as mothers,And cruelty as fathers. We are children perhaps of love?We are what remains of a rotten world,And its disguised future.Funerals surround us in antiquity.…
Modern Romanticism 