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What good is love without passion, without passion, it is but fondness.
My take on the 7 Virtues
A different take on the 7 Deadly Sins.....
My favorite time of day has always been twilight...
Too hot to go outside, so I wrote this poem instead. Life brings both sunshine and rain, might as well enjoy them both as best we can.
Thank you for your comments, That you have given me. In under one month of Observing, I'm learning how to be. Expressive in words, and Describing things, But please take note, This is not easy for Me. Musically talented, that Is my
It's a process...
This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow I know you were enjoying that I know you got the pleasure I enter into you like Julius Seizure. You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
The final resolution of my critical reflection. Nothing more to be said, I think.
12-bar blues...
A little journey thru life.
“If Silence is golden, what is the color of noise?” She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life. Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would. Whe
Just a continuation of my other poem. Hope it's up to your standard Agoodguytohave! :)
People standing in a queue, moaning their arses off Because the poor lady at the till, Can't find her credit card. They stare at her mercilessly, As she fumbles with her purse, Not giving a damn that she's panicking, And trying to not make
Unnamed Desire A moments lost in time, stretched out until the beat of the heart seems a dirge While the clock takes it slow sweet time to bring forth the next second Splayed upon my sheets, legs akimbo, arms stretched forth the hand griping for
My poem a la agoodguy2have, who initially approached me when I suggested the 'paired/impersonation' challenge. So, here you have it, something of my own hand, inspired by agoodguy2have. Cheers!
Question What Everything I want, and what I do, can it be so bad that it drives my desires from my life. If everything can only lead to this, yet my convictions and beliefs be from logics depths Is it because of the interface between logic and
Lifes Line The blue of Melancholia strikes, where alone is like unto dusk, just before a storm passes on the plains... At times where the world seems to spin, caught in the tornadic turmoil that may eventually settle, but often lasts for days.
Defining What defines our lives as we walk through this wonderful and horrible world we live in We see the banker as he walks his way through the day, inside his lonely stall The cook as he dances his way through his kitchen, never alone, always
as peepers watch they share the love with each new word unfurled sweet tidings raining from above before the gazing world but do I pry, should I spy on other hearts' words rendered? that is to say, am I in the way? for not to me, are
Who doesn't flip a coin?
just simply me
Taxidermy- Not quite photography. It’s just a little more visual than a framed image, Some else takes the shot. But the buck Might not smile before the bullet whizzes across the mist in the early mornings open field. Just a t
This started as political allegory, but ended up an exercise in pure imagery. I think! ;)
I wrote this when things got real bad! Looking for a way out into something new.
Many women in this world have suffered injustices in relationships. I wrote this because I understand this, I've experienced that pain myself. I'm just trying to empathize with those who have been hurt. I was feeling quite reflective when I wrote this.
so, so, so over games over abuse over egotism over selfish stupidity over my dead body if you're lucky, pervert
What it's like to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel...
A little bit of insomnia inspired poetry
An imaginary vision of cosmic creation, its harmonic patterns emerging from initial vibration of existence expressed in a blend of Western and Eastern concepts.
I guess this one's about idly pissing on a starfish and pondering whether it should have rather been avoided for the greater good. Been there, done that, got the seashirt. Frivolous ... but I suppose there is a deeper meaning, in that we should really respect all life forms, a'la the Buddhist teachings.
Guess where I wrote this...
My favorite poem of all time :) Mostly because when you hear Leonard Nimoy tell you he is Ozymandias, the line sounds extremely epic :D
A life of love, lust and one's conscience
placed in the Allegory category
canyon blues there are a couple ways to look at it traveling alone that is without a mate unencumbered by partner, passenger or plan on one hand you can go when & where & stay early or late hike a canyon or pee beside the road anytime you lik
My perception
Just thoughts!
Being rejected repeatedly by people hurts. After so long, you do what you need to just to feel appreciated. Sometimes all you want is kindness from the right people, and sometimes what you end up with is whatever you want from the wrong.
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Insomnia Poem Attack
I am- *This delicate flaw -contrary to nature's law. *A positive contradiciton -lacking any restriction. *A beautiful mess -Through words I express.
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