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Monogamy
more like
Fogogamy
man playing woman
Testing themselves
Filling this
Mythical void,
only leaving
women, so
Toyed and torn.

This False idea,
If woman are not mimicking the hand
they use to please themselves,
they simply wash their hands of them all together.
And then,
the relationship, she thought was smooth sailing
Completely switched up,became
this sinking ship with
no relation.
I don't hate men and I know woman do the same thing we are all people. That choose to use what we can to help our ego's at times I don't judge and I hope I don't offend anyone. I am just frustrated, cause I'm new to dating again I find the process to be difficult.
On any block.........
On any street........
In any city......town.......
There are ............
"secrets!"

copyright: richard riddle-August 23, 2015
Hum the theme from "The Twilight Zone" after reading. The idea for this came from listening to audio tapes of old radio melodramas from the late forties to early fifties.
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in a field of no regress
in a place of emptiness
in a time of doubt and fear
when you lose someone who's near
when life cuts you to the bone
when you're feeling all alone
knowing that you'll never see
that person who is dear to thee
just remember my sweet child
My presence is there all the while
your life's path may wind and wend
but always know it's not the end
for of pain they're finally free
they are safely here with Me
in My kind and loving arms
free from tears. free from harm
they're just on the other shore
in perfect peace forevermore


♥ Catherine

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soulsurvivor
(C) 8/23/2015
for a friend in her time of loss
i truly care

~~~
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
nivek
I stood around the corner for so long
always a little detached from myself
waiting for the stars to align
and a number of other nonessentials
it took a minor miracle to shift me
to move into forward gear
realise my dreams as I travelled onward
gone around the corner, finally
She's too beautiful for modern man.
She maybe deserved kisses to make her smile.
She's just an image upon dead canvas.
Still heart stopping.
Focus of many eyes.

She's lacking colour.
Dreary but still stunning.
She's worth a million dollars.
Actually priceless.
Not for sale.
Sure some would buy her if they could.

Her face is fixed.
Unsmiling.
Antique lady.
Unchanging.
Eternal.
Gay Paris.
No smile.
Watching the tourists as they just keep passing by.
(c)Livvi
THE MONA LISA
Long wintry nights I endured, in my eyes lie frozen,
like an orphaned dog I roamed, how many many, lives?
Sniffing at every thing, looking for love immortal,
at times tied down by the unrelenting chain of pain.


A spring in my heart remains still, that spoke unfazed,
of the flowers of the valley, blue mountains and chirpy birds,
that fly crossing limits to sunny lands away and far,
where dreams in many colors flower in mirthful hearts,


Love was an oasis at the far end of the desert,I reached at last after
meandering through desert tracks  lined on both sides with cactus
but the oasis I found was long deserted,the spring fully dried,
it turned out to be a mirage, created to trap me forever.


My soul was still a land of light where a wise bird kept on singing,
cheering  me to move on,  to reach the last and highest peak,
the wise speak about in meditative silence  day and night.
it was in sight, beyond the mind, mount Kailash of my dreams,


In the icy lake waters I dipped thrice, and took three circles around,
the morning mist cleared, like burnished gold the mount  gleamed,
my climb I started, those golden steps to fulfillment.
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