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Jiaqi Lin Mar 2015
We         walk among the land
               with a mask of two.
                One eye me.
                One eye you.

Can         there be an infinity,
                if all to see is one?
               Our infinity is opening,
               there is only one.

Only      one choice
                one mistake,
                one idea,
                one life.

See          our sprinkles of light
                shine gold,
                within the dark.
                We know that there is no limit in our sparks.
                We all fall in the glaze within the eye of
                one.
Half         of us believe in two eyes,
                the rest accepts our being as it is.

Of          all the colours surrounding us,
              blue,yellow,red,green,purple, and orange.
              We can only pick one.
              It is impossible to choose two.

The      lights that we walk within will forever be engrave
             as our faith,
             as our soul.
             One eye me,
              one eye you.
              This is who we are.
              This is our
World.
This is my first poem posted and this poem is for a English project. If you have any feedback or comments I would love to hear about it. :)
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I know of just too many Cyclopes,
Let me describe one of them better,
The one who preys on values of men.

So miniature he is - mere few inches,
So often in our pockets he is found,
So crooked he is with a single eye.

When among beautiful babes & gals,
He is active getting used in clicking,
Also used up is he sometimes by fishy men for fishier purposes.

This Cyclops was filming one such similar affair with a lady unaware,
Stripped naked was her body exposed to that bare,
Trick or truth, clothed or naked, she thought not about this cyborg Cyclops filming her **** ever in her wildest of fears.

The young lady is then blackmailed by the Cyclops's master,
"Be quiet about it and serve us in our industry,"
Threatened with publishing publicly of the moments - she gives in to this blackmail.
The old version developed some technical snag.

Cameras - often hidden - are instrumental in aiding the potentially harmful and ill-mannered people from the much controversial **** industry.

My advising people should not be taken lightly - **** industry has become a large entity with major collections from hidden cameras.

Check your hotel/other place of personal & private activities for hidden cameras if at all you are going to trust someone with all of your mind, body and soul.

My HP Poem #685
©Atul Kaushal

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