the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Hate
a force from Hell or Heaven
warring continually against its enemy
Love;
a power of good or evil
unmatched, unequalled by human invention.
'I despise'
'I adore'
can both lie.
Perhaps the greatest glory lies with
Truth.

Hate
a force from Hell or Heaven
warring eternally with its enemy
Love;
unequalled by human invention,
a weapon of evil
or power of good.
'I adore'
'I abhor'
'I despise'
can all lie.
Perhaps the greatest glory lies with
Truth.

Hate
a force from Hell or Heaven
warring in vain against its enemy
Love;
unmatched by purest intention
demise of evil,
betrayer of good.
'I adore'
'I abhor'
'I desire'
'I despise'
can all lie.
Perhaps the greatest glory belongs to
Truth.

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