Women
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Your shielding hands do not wash tears, But merely keep your face hidden from the crudeness, Of my blatancy. Of balance and form, of folded wings that burn.
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The most beautiful of orchids,Has soon met her fate,By a dying rose,Upon her somber face. Her sorrow reaches to the Earth’s end,Away from my trembling hands.Disease and pestilence, are my only reward,For my fleeing from safety. Her number grew gradually,Among the rotten many.The many poor to which she brought herself,Low, for a kiss,Flooded London’s districts,…
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I feel for thee,My worn beauty.Your frail, and vivid form,Shows likeness to me. I find destiny, itching to see,The most heinous parts of us,Broken together, we are soon among death,Failing to remember, beneath bated breath.And your eyes!They revealed the most sickening heartache. You died, with your love entwined,Vast in the many folds, of your long…
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I bathe myself in your splendor,And stoop myself under the light of your smile,I savor the breath that comes off as sweet,And drink deeply from all victims of mine. I am, and will always be, my own enemy.I am tremendous, in how I own myself,But I am a pitiful beast, with no mark.I place myself…
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Why have I felt, the need, to break,And unbind the fortune, of love?Where there is so much, to behold,I see tears, streaming precious gold,I see a face, made with ivory,Though, bendable like silver. Your face quivers, from the gentlest touch,And show creases of misery, from the widest brush,A face of no sympathy, that I behold,For…
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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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“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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Q: What do you see what you stare upwards? A: I see the epitome of success. I see those who have risen, and this height they have crawled to find, has made them topple over what was at that height. Like some bear that climbs a tree too light for its own weight, that tree…
Modern Romanticism 