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You’re a ‘dem fine woman’, full of life and lots of fun,
and It’s so nice pretending our beginning is still true.by sultan 15 lines, 53 comments, on Sep 4 9:15 AM. In Romantic Love, Delusional Living, Empirical Apperception -
I talked with Tommy the other night
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Don’t cry for the ones who died.
In five years, Baghdad has eight months of peace. -
Narcistic and neurotic,
old Procrustus was psychotic; -
Shattered mirror spin your peace
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Take this broken table, please
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We wander through some shades of grey
to wistful moons where we might layby sultan 13 lines, 63 comments, on Jul 13 10:25 AM 2008. In Muse Admiration -
When your voice shuts down and can’t break free,
coursing that road of self-discovery,by sultan 13 lines, 12 comments, on Dec 25 2:38 PM 2007. In Dream Interpretation -
Life’s optical illusions disappeared.
She’s spinning left. She’s naked. She’s just wierd! -
Honesty rules hearts that can trust,
faith beyond just schleping to mass. -
Eleven wives he married,
he took one nine years old. -
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The little ones who come to us
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At the age of fifteen, when he could take no more,
he gave me one thin dime and shoved me out the door. -
I think that giv'n half a chance, I’d take a lot more time to dance,
and spend less of my days in fret of spots of rot. -
Her mother’s laughing sunlit eyes surpass the beauty of the skies
as a 'silent darkness’, releases from my hand. -
From wedding day aisles to sweet baby smiles
He is swinging Creation in broad circles of life. -
Why wrap your glassy eyes in those black tents of shame
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I’m a book man … extraordinaire!
Open the door ma’am … if you dare! -
Deep from the heart of my slum, lives Mr. Emo Bigam,
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What’s this fire in my veins that’s driving me insane?
‘Pillow for my sadness’, gone where, for what, why so? -
An empty wife walked up a hill, to find a crone at her ‘still’. / When she shared her hollow heart … the crone sang her this: / “I’ll give
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When words from your heart
penetrate my minds flesh,by sultan 35 lines, 11 comments, on Jul 19 1:57 PM 2007. In Emotional Intimacy, Interpersonal Communications -
My husband is here. In lies I still find cheer.
Then I feel his spear of jealously and fear.
by sultan 49 lines, 7 comments, on Jul 18 4:44 PM 2007. In Infidelity -
Oh where have you gone, / Dearest mother of mine? / I know what you feared, / From your body in time. / To find a good seed, / Needed for mby sultan 62 lines, 22 comments, on Jul 18 3:17 PM 2007. In Eternal Relationships, Anima, Carl Jung, Archetypes
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Still Bali holds fast to my forest of dreams. / Becalmed in still waters that dance in sunbeams, / Adoring this craft, caressing her seams.
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A rational world, / Is all I understand. / Esoteric eyes, / The artist’s sinful hand, / Must die to my law, / For ‘reason’ to expand. / All
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A very good thing, taken far too far; / Whispering full moons, ripping at my scar. / Clay feet deceptions, fill this earthen jar; / Musing
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