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The Beautiful Ones...Arise from that dose, simulate a pose; this I managed to pick up with more than just my nose Such a horrendous thought to bear like that of the term whores… Pardon I for smashing windows, for throwing pebbles and breaking down doors, Maybe drop this rhyme, go back and forth in time, make you mime but charge you no dime To run a little interference, to walk in on you and visit that ugly which lives in our beauty's prime, To not ask the question why but maybe keep it in mind, to have us see what our eyes shall not, The trap that has not taken many forms, but many souls a little walk on the side we all would escape Like how does time repeat certain events bring back the same cases, what comfort shall they be? By now I have spoken enough riddle but meeting someone is a fiddle, someone called beautiful… Where are they hiding, do they live in the dark; children of the light may never know them? A shape of life like a 30 something woman's rootle, for that 30 something man called beautiful Inside out, the number of words we have shared to understand why they are men, who collect Women like cd's, who go through them still like genres of music sometimes soft sometimes a little rock Try and relate but never still like how we dispose rubbish bins we have done too with beautiful ones Not marriage certifiable, but once little boys and girls on the same path a milky way of virtuous feelings Only in our lifetime, the good and lasting, the picture we hung on the wall of our good intentions, Cannot be found, it got buried along with our innocence now we live in cities of the unlovable The hunt for romantics, rationalists maybe just the temperate kind who still hold out care in tempest Life is strange maybe never will it wear another face, but still we have to ask how? In twilight in the joy and pain, the trial and the kiss like a child being born when true love is sworn All the in-betweens, will time release the beautiful ones, love is only everything. Avantgarde Poetry S.H
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