Pass The Skins

November 14, 2011
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A man resting by the tree,
in the darkness of the shadows and the moon.
A silent rendezvous.
The beat of the bass runs deep
And the lake reflects
the image of two forbidden lovers.
Cigarettes burn through the heart faster.

Deeply dosed and involved
Were we, weren't we, we were.
Highly incandescent icebergs,
Inflammable hearts and forgotten souls.
Homes of the homeless,
Mansions of sinful temptations.
Rolling hard and tumbling slow,
Tired minds breed restless hearts.
We had a supernova between our finger tips.
Jokester of the monarchs,
Guru of the spirits,
Empty spaces and full moons.
There's a naked lady in my swimming pool,
I think she's getting high
Off of her own loneliness...

Sweet sweet child you will be dead soon

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b.stormy said...
Nov. 27, 2011 at 6:56 pm
mastering the lexicon with lightning easiness, the author chisels poetry that cuts reality to significant fragments, evolving and showing what makes the whole (worth or not).
Doug replied...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 1:55 pm
Once again great writing. Keep the ideas coming.
Valeria (Dindinha) said...
Nov. 25, 2011 at 7:36 am

Você é simplesmente fantástica! Suas palavras suaves e profundas enchem nosso coração de encantamento...

Continue produzindo, crescendo e iluminando seu caminho!  

Mncmb said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 4:43 pm
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Margot said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 4:16 pm
UAU!! Just love it. Congratulations!!
Betachaves said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 3:34 pm
Very good, very deep...loved it!!!
Vivianne Vogt said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 3:28 pm
You're senssasional!
SavannahVogt said...
Nov. 21, 2011 at 2:43 pm
Beautifully written my friend
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