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Every Man Knows


His softening deep settled eyes
Creates a wave in my eyes to make
Me want to happily stray
The shaman silence in milieu
As the stars tell times
Then the air slowly breathes upon my neck
Dying to see what we are doing
The sky gleams over me like a face
And then comes his unrushed voice
As he wants to know about me
And his dreams are money set
so his inventive strokes
that commands my body to sleep
He kisses me as if I’m a mystery
As I can hear his beat singing to me

Like a painter knows
How to paint with emotions
So life knows where to set this film at

Something is not right
Why does it feel as if every man  knows
My little secret
Are my moments being repeated
Over and over?


Life loves to drop knives
and every moment feels like twilight
Then what is new
          and how would I know who is true?

So prestige is me but somehow he
Knows how to capture my soul
And knows where to go
As if every love that broke my
Heart told him so
The air loves to gossip
Or was it love?
She’s the only one that knows
About me







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  • Goddess of illusion
    September 5, 2009

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    Something is not right
    Why does it feel as if every man knows
    My little secret
    Are my moments being repeated
    Over and over?'

    Wonderfully penned... A lot of yourself came out in this write... I applaud you dear poet...

    Elmarie


  • myrataal gold member
    September 5, 2009

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    To be true unto the moment, asks for a pure heart. Of course that purity falls to prey in obscurity. Fakes, lurking to fulfill whatever lustful needs, are everywhere. But, somewhere there is still that lone and chaste soul, waiting to be found. May you be protected and may the Light lead you to that very real moment of discovering you are priceless and unique.



    Love
    Myra


  • upperworld06
    March 17, 2009

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    Like a painter knows
    How to paint with emotions
    So life knows where to set this film at
    love that part, thanks for entering


  • kishi-tenshi
    March 5, 2009

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    you forgot to pu something on your AN...
    kindly read the rules so you would know...
    and after that, I could put on my comment..