| RE: POEMS 210709 - July 21st, 2009 |
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| Robert Morpheal, Bob Ezergailis, Morphealism (morpheal@yahoo.com) |
2009/07/21 23:17 |
210709A
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Those of us
who are true seekers of beauty,
are those who know
all the different kinds of ugliness.
True beauty
would be impossible to find,
without all the kinds of ugliness
that make us seekers of beauty.
If I asked for something more
than a moment of your beauty,
I would feel I was asking far too much
and I might lose what I found.
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210709B
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You were the moment
that invaded my mind,
having over run the barricades,
storming across my concepts,
besieging my perceptions,
chasing away straggling memories
of the half forgotten and lost.
Now I search there for you,
wanting to capture you,
and exile you completely
from wherever you are hiding
in the depths of my mind,
so I can stop thinking of you
and can make love to you.
until I find you,
because I want to become obsessed
with the beauty of your body,
when I find you and get you out
extradited as my prisoner,
from the depths of my mind.
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210709C
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It is those we chance to remember,
whom we never knew,
and later, never chance to really meet,
who are usually the most seductive
stories enveloped in their mysteries.
It is compounded by the problem
of how they got to be where they are,
as if trapped inside
an unseen silenced spectator.
If we could really live in our dreams,
doing whatever we might want to,
but we can only watch the short segments
and then someone changes the channel
so that neither of us is ever really free.
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