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Weaver

Speak in tongues and no one sees
Lies and misconceptions weaved
Wave your arms, a stunning dance
That sultry look and upward glance

Your beauty hammer-fists bestow
Your wanton lust the strong kowtows
Beguile, denude, bend to your will
Ever pressure, till breast stands still

A tearing, searing, screaming howl
Cannot pass your defensive cowl
You shield that inner sensitive soul
With welded links and practiced role

Come a day, when chinks appear
When guards are dropped and thoughts unclear
A brilliant light becomes a sword
And songs once sung peel final chords

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Comments

  • Christina Martin
    Christina Martinover 6 years ago

    OH my sounds like a bad person.. Well writen

  • Arcangelina
    Arcangelinaover 6 years ago

    So intriguing.

  • Alyssa Medina
    Alyssa Medinaover 6 years ago

    god…i see me in this entire thing, i mean, at least the way im understanding it. im vicious though sometimes, i know i am. and i always keep my “inner sensitive soul” shielded with “welded links and practiced role.” ive gotten quite good at it, now that its been about 4 or 5 years since i’ve been in this scene. i especially like the ending though “And songs once sung peel final chords.” Gorgeous as always Mark, but I don’t have to tell you that ;)

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 6 years ago

    Very powerful and thought provoking……

  • jetsta42
    jetsta42over 6 years ago

    beautifully written as always Mark

  • mick8585
    mick8585over 6 years ago

    nice to see you scratchin an itch mate. keep up this good work.

  • Anne van Alkemade
    Anne van Alkemadeover 6 years ago

    Great writing, rhythm, imagery. Like it.

  • Suzanne German
    Suzanne Germanover 6 years ago

    geezus mark…wooaaahhhh….is this a jezabel…? extremely powerful and thought provoking…lovely!

  • eponavisions
    eponavisionsover 6 years ago

    wow mark, i so agree with suzanne. you affirm that there are men who know the ways of heart soul body. i must put in my journal. such an inspired writing. almost a shakesphere. only better. the beat, the rhythm, iambic pentamater. wow. wow wow. great. janet

  • sandra2kk
    sandra2kkover 6 years ago

    Hello mark
    i loved the first verse but not so much the rest it seemed that you tried ti ryme to much and less true feelings but hey wat do i know

    sandra

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