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We humans are quite indicative to butterflies, moths
we have our own alchemy of metamorphosis
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A lady is what I am,
the general consensus touts
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Imprisoned I am,
bound as a slave
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Sour mash chard of poverty,
pungent stenches fill the winds
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Countless thoughts,
all screaming within the mind
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Mystery and history,
looking for that mojo
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Careful what you dream,
and perhaps wish for
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My only desire at this moment,
the desire to be completely free
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Swimming within a whirlwind,
Wondering where I will go
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Lost for all eternity,
lost within the folds of you...
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Such sarcasm, anger and loathing
so deeply embedded within you
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Not an erotic write
what it is about, my lips are sealed tight!*grin*
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Lost in a half empty heart,
temporal prison of one
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Memories within changing hues
no longer in warm tones
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Is it the essence of me I seek?
Where do I begin to look?
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I too had to give this a try. I like the mystical blue and purplish hues!
Unfortunately I did it on a large scale so it distorted a bit, BUT the good news is I
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Fellow free spirit of nature,
blood coursing wildly, no bounds
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One voice a whispering wind,
her partner sashaying sensuality
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Forgotten and lost many here weep,
tweaking the wind to pungent mist
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Incomparable the moment,
forbidden kiss shared, love declared
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Hmmm am intrigued by what flew out of me!
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What a treasure,
turning back pages of time
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Lost in a vortex,
a turbulent ocean
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Eek metric poetry again
what sheer horror it be
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Ah java, smell it brewing
daylight still is stewing
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Still trying to poetize in metric
time is short, I'm getting frantic
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Looking for rhyme and meter
poet heart begins to teeter
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I embrace the winds
you kiss the ring
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Upon this old log I sit
my thoughts come fast and witty
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Psychosis
surreal, unrealistic
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For years his gospels I have misinterpreted and twisted
always I was lining my pockets not seeking
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