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Elizabeth Stansberry Poem
Punctured intensity
Burns like bloods’ fire
Love is sickening sweet delicacy
Devoured by grizzly hatred
Scalded by stripped desires
Buzzed by betrayals’ sting
Physical illness grows into moral dilemmas
Devotion smashes worlds into concrete
Difficult to love my lover
For tricks he has spoiled me with
His lips, eyes, touch
Are so human
Oh, bitter harsh clove of emotion
Do not choke on my jealousy
I am very battered
By others’ thoughts
Dreams are cycles of abnormality
Love is a hell on earth
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He dwells in honey-like simplicity
Draped in ordinary ideas
Hiding his wholesome, solid structure
Waits alone in quiet workplace
Protecting waterfall blue eyes
Allows thick lids to droop
He awakes as her voice echoes
He stands still, with a crystal gaze
He remains motionless within his innocence
Projecting religious purity in subtle disguises
He is confused within the softest core
Spreads secret desires into battled environment
He finally cracks his surface
Displays deeper, less clothed confessions
As he slowly progresses
She collapses completely
She learns he has transformed
Into something she can no longer identify
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She peers happily at Gods’ little creature
Mocks the poor, caged cricket
With crooked wings
Queen Earth grins in maniacal fashion
Teasing, torturing nature in whole hearted greed
She dance with the blue mockingbird
Killing the song within
She crushes the lowly ants
She consume the belly of a snake
Wicked is her name
She inhales the world
And destroys its’ every essence
She freezes the laughing lion
With hate and disregard
She disrespects every life
Upon the earth
Even her own
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Philosophy, ancient grandfather of Grand Knowledge!
Who changes all minds with lashing tongues?
Why bury desire with learned garbage,
Preacher, with sick, scorched lungs
He would not speak the truth, when lies sound poetic,
Who would understand the naked soul?
To discover the pearls within the rhetoric,
He followed false dreams to a false goal.
Have you not stolen the Muse from creativity,
And transformed her into the star of Hollywood
To insure an illusion of eternity?
Have you not rescued Aristotle from the poisonous flood?
The ferry from frothy oceans and from me
The Golden Image drowned in a lost sea?
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Body composed of sweet rain
Melts sky with scarlet skin
Seas speak his name
Oceans bathe his soul
Life waits in silent respect
Visions flicker with brilliant intensity
Spirits guide him so gently
Guardian angels open heavens’ gate
Silent sun slices dense midnight
Ghosts whisper beside bashful breeze
Mellow mind spins in sorrow
Devastated heart smashes sudden tragedy
Waterfall cleanses filthy, agonizing wound
Eternal devotion crumbles from complacency
Bittersweet obsession destroys delicate creature
Serenity dissipates into air
He blends into light dreams
His spirit lingers with intensity
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