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Eliza Cushman Poem
If you're to be my Captain;
I am to be a simple sailor.
Alas, no captain are ye...
But me personal
Siren!
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Eliza Cushman Poem
Dry your eyes,
I am here.
Like the eastern wind
Carries lost feathers of bird.
Dry your eyes,
I am here
Deia.
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Eliza Cushman Poem
I felt time change in the air
Stopping and restarting so suddenly
Any mortal would have missed it.
But I felt its renewal
As I walked down the lane...
And met up with my heart.
I felt the wind caress my thoughts
reassuring of the future's changeably...
Nothing and all: is fate.
Like a dove and twig; inseparable.
And like the oncoming sunset
in its surreal majesty.
I felt time change in the air
Stopping and restarting so suddenly
Any mortal would have missed it.
But I felt its renewal
As I walked down the lane...
And met up with my heart.
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Eliza Cushman Poem
Fate laughs to himself;
As I listen to the melody
playing within my heart.
With kisses of bliss
I fall head over heals.
And outside my line of vision...
blinded by love,
He taunts me with the
prospect of "true love."
But, in my shame,
I turn my form
in belief that
there be no such thing;
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
and heart torn in disarray.
Hand made stitches are needed
in the form of self love.
"Because" laughing Fate
in his mocking tone...
"Self-love is the only true love!
Foolish and naive
Human fantasies to think
true love is from another!"
In his scorn
We know this be truth...
True love is within ourselves
before love can come from another.
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Eliza Cushman Poem
Normalcy is the accepted
and the generally understood
parts of life.
Such as the reflections on a mirror
and the concepts
of time, space and matter.
Normalcy is the societal misunderstandings
changed into angering of
those who cannot comprehend
this meaning of normalcy.
Normalcy is the diversity
of people within every day
lives of individuals' daily demands
within one system of dementions.
Normalcy is the idea that has been distorted
as an explanation against normal concepts
that suround the minds of the confused
and not those who understand these
demanding exact differences.
Normalcy is the morals in their
personal ratings of interpritations
between culture and religons
of reason and evolutional mutations
and creature combonations
Normalcy is the random of
genetic traits and personality
to create the art of individual sculpture
that is reflected within the epitomy
of all normalcies...
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Eliza Cushman Poem
The madness is maddening...
Children cry in their sleep, And women cy for their lovers.
Some men are animals
Within the calm of society,
Others in rarity
An English gentleman:
Of 1800's past.
The madness id maddening...
The hounds howl at passing sirens,
And the thunder crashes through the darkened sky.
The clouds not only in the sky
But around individual minds...
And those that walk in the sunlight
Share its brightness.
in simple displays on their faces.
The madness is maddening...
But even the surreal fractions in time
Have the power to contradict...
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