I'll talk to you
from a window gap
from numerous facets
of soul exposure ..
While you point your finger at my failures
and I boast success
While you call upon my weaknesses
and I swagger in my strength
You'll give no fortune, no glamour or love
but I'll rape my share out of you
and I'll cast my night .. dreamingly
under that scorching world of yours
It's a never ending cycle of me winning in the end ..
Take your time, and comment honestly please
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So Ironic.
"While you call upon my weaknesses ..
and I swagger in my strength .."
Beautiful sarcasm it seems to me, under the eloquence and irony and just "plain talk."
Leaves one feeling, (this one) exposed and undressed. Funny how the word "rape" defines the feeling it personifies so aptly in the core of me. Truth unwrapped from a neatly packaged system of concise self delusion and grandeur. Isn't it always the self in all of us that dictates the desire to... just win? That slave driver! When it's all passed by, the power is left behind in a poorly overlooked paradox. The power lies in the weakness somehow.
Just thoughts that progressed upon my soul while reading dear poet. How lovely the passions flow from your heart into your words and my world.
Brava!!
Annette
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a good piece of poetry penned, violent language used and a sense of hate thrown in for good measure.
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hehe, nice. way to be optimistic of party-pooper so to say. I like your way of thinking. Dont let things drag you down because of someone elses satisfaction. Great writing. keep it up
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Wow this is ig time and you allow some one to give you a hard time like that. I would really tell them off.
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Wow no matter what winning is all that matters it seems like. Winning is not everything its the sport of the game that matters. I used to think winning was everything but its not,
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nice read
You'll give no fortune, no glamour or love ..
but I'll rape my share out of you
thats a wonderful line!
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