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• How Your Personality Shapes the Way You Se...
lost my gay love work; have this for a past friend. puns & mondegreens coding 2013.(🧅 grammar)
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#Equality(To Caroline)
Render to preachers new teachings
And to lovers all that love endows
For new Kings and Kings
And new Queens and Queens
Are now crowned
With bronze of old,
For no gold shared
Can be borrowed
From royal affairs,
Is this not fair?
Equality is seen like a pair of dimes
Viewed through overlapping paradigms
And the worth of rights granted
Found and branded are not constructed
But divinely transcended
The same is a guest with validation
With requests of affirmed arguments,
A debate over indignation
Framed in the minds of #courts,
The flags of past civil victories
Are used as a last resort
For new Kings and Kings
And new Queens and Queens are crowned
With bronze of old,
For no gold shared
Can be borrowed
From royal affairs,
Is this not fair?
I.
#Romantic Nonsense
Warm heart of Othello and Romeo,
Wintry mind of #KingLear and #Hamlet,
Describe to me the passion of your soul;
Romance less to have hope thick as your lips;
Leering thoughts, oh telling of youths touch,
Dream; do not expect any will be next;
Envied is the man who will find true love--
Love that evades me as the sun above,
From the hands shaped by dry dirt and cool dew,
This failure to woo—this failure who woos,
Through repeating days and lonely nights
It leaves me in a dark place, no lights;
The great romantic—Ha! They ought to laugh,
They ought to mock, they ought to hate; indeed
I ruined my fate, my deeds of old pile
Towards the chariot of Helios
And my confidence falls like Icarus
From some newborn unpitying hot sun;
Here my soul that cannot soar with my heart
Will stay in a home of uncertainty,
A tomb of complacent misery.
II.
Fickle Love
This mouth of mine is resonant
Echoing love inconsistent;
Lust, the function of men’s noses,
Earth, garden for rose and roses.
I, impetuous #Romeo
Draw to Rosalines where I go--
Juliet my heart has chosen,
Woe! Her heart mute goes unspoken!
For shame, from shame my present tears I hide—
Pain laughs! What child am I? Weakness I chide!
My paradise proved visions love is blind loss;
Her beauty as dark light bears with me not.
Chant not, for face to face, her eyes, my cost.
Oh sight upon my heart enchant loves spot!
Poison on my Juliet’s young full lips
Now puts hope to sleep leaving all vile.
Gone now heavens bliss, hells terror; my lips
Plague my earth, ruining heaven’s smile.
Reciprocate; word, that casts lack of love,
Lack worth infinite to the richest hate!
Bare as snow shoveling hands without warm gloves,
This heart, more fortune than fortune's poor fate.
My treasure chest, cheapened to be sold,
Chances to change, as fickle sturdy gold.
III.
Lost Psyche
Why speak so much of the burning heart
When the mind has lost its spark
To the rise and fall of each demi-lune
That leaves colored hope a saccharine blue?
The nights sheet full of lights, freckled splotched grays,
Is Dull to eyes by Love deprived of rays;
Nothing sweet on life’s barren tree to bite
My Psyche charmed cries for her lover’s sweet sight;
She’s pregnant with love no one can help raise;
Each semester is a lonelier phase;
I Marvell to be the unfortunate lover;
Lost I am all hers, when lost after Her;
Love blinds so I may see with my Psyche’s eyes;
Her as eye see nothing good rhymes with I,
And when Love's eyes are away and closed,
And all is misery as I long supposed;
I am open to a distant encompassing night;
Eros cruel to hearts, Eros, I can’t fight.
Melt
On her head rests the shining sky azure,
Defining what the earthen eyes assure:
Charm of a woman, grace of a child,
Seducing innocence, sensual smile;
Arousing playful passions made jejune,
I melt away as snow on Summer’s spoon.
Green
Light seeps through green drapes,
Light leaves to me from her face,
Fresher than the cut grass blades
Her green eyes are two cut limes
Worth more than the rarest jades,
Sweeter than the fruits, green grapes
H.N.S(Smashing My Idol)
Sometimes I look at your words,
Withering, and ascribe your
Mortality to them; their
Eternity to you, air.
The life of your eternal youthful love
Resurrecting old Cupid’s induced spell
Sits me gasping for the air of your life
As if I'd die and not return to light;
Speaking you into the void of earth's air,
A voice vanishing without a new ear,
Thoughts of your life's end are cries without ears,
Emptying wish bottles to fill with tears.
Were you a work of words,
You would exist to be,
You would not live to breathe,
All breaths could conjure thee.
Words live not, but in words you would remain
A thought, and thoughts are never living; dead
Caricatures of desire, ideals
Of all light figments we wish to be real,
But not living; my love you are more fair
Alive, then in all my dreaming, speaking.
#GreekMyths
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