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Playful harmattan winds blow,
flitting though the branches of whispering sentinel trees,
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Sitting cross legged, a monk in training
with eyes downcast.
by vanteya37
7 lines, 7 comments,
on Sep 19 1:22 PM 2007. In Life
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Bare innocence lay on broken remains of an altar. / Fading, the Ayoo yi of celebrating women, / the rythmic pounding of pestle against mort
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"Weary traveller, beware" Croaked an ancient voice haltingly.
The startled young man jumped & turned,
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My vices, two.
Unique halves which would make me whole.
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The doors shut and
my eyes glazed over with fear.
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I wont lie. I miss you loads.
It's too bad i cant tell you this cause it's eating me alive, loving you is.
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On the day of her birth, women dance to an ancient rhythm. The over-turned calabash.
Ayooo yi. Ayooo yi, they cry.
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A : Mistress, what is the true path to heaven?
Entrenched in the doctrines of Christianity and Islam or through the spiritual
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"I'm not dead, just broken" she chants,
tears slipping down her face,
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Hole in my head.
Shutter eye, shutter eye.
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Ebb and flow. Stangant undertow / Waves, droplets. / Azure. Stormy blue. Aquamarine. Green hues. / Changing faces, flowing phases. / A world below. A world beyond. / Peaceful,quiet. Raging, defiant. /
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An eye that can handle the smoke will see who is fanning the flame.
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Muffled, the gentle click of geta encased feet on the wooden floor,
heralding the thrice blessed
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Desperate for affection, i build
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Sitting in dejected silence, br
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Come walk through the stilted halls of tragedy
as the silent, unseen one weaves an intricate tapestry.
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A fleeting touch, a whispered longing,
haunting kisses stroke feverish desire.
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Bloodied feathers fall.
Head hung low, an eternity of despair without the music of rushing winds.
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CRACK!
A slap on the left cheek.
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Great hulking oak trees. Branches spread wide,airy & light. Roots deep, seeking profound truth. Sentinels, beyond sight. The woodland spiri
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Endearing manner, sad face, beautiful eyes,
let them hear that heart wrenching sigh.
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A : (recites from her literature text)
“When at break of day at a riverside
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Hold up your glass,
raise it to your lips,
by vanteya37
21 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 1 11:06 AM 2006. In Love
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A star, an eagle,
red berets, black berets.
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A: I was circumcised at birth.
B: For that i apologize.
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In the morning...i will.
Kiss you full on the lips and make you aware of me.
by vanteya37
8 lines, 9 comments,
on Jan 2 11:40 AM 2006. In Love
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In the morning
Touch me gently and wake me up with a kiss.
by vanteya37
10 lines, 10 comments,
on Dec 30 5:25 AM 2005. In Love
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Fading within me,
the child dies.
by vanteya37
24 lines, 9 comments,
on Dec 1 9:06 AM 2005. In Sad
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Blood running, rushing, spilling.
Razor falling, crimson red dripping.
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A: Hmmm! What about the spirit?
B: The winged vistages of your soul
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