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 Sep 2015 Miranda Renea
Coop Lee
/or my *** dealer.
man alight with gemstone glands &
sticky at the tips.
each finger
pressing wet pampas cure.

the touch and study of
high-fi royal matter. (rose galactic)

savannah, hand
& fleshing meat in the heat of mother cradle.
africa man, tell me how was it?

details: the nature of today
& of tomorrow,
of pleasure kid.

t-shirt, he
prepares an atomic roll of autumn magic and smile, friends
or simply just
a spliffy belief in holy hallelujah man.
wild this.
tree of knowledge of good and evil and all in between.
tree of

the modern mystic noon
& in it is energy/vision/like midnight
but throated in such
humming beautiful light.

the sky breathes endless love,
said sun and fun,
marooning us onto an all-day sigh.
insomniac to the weight of regret          
           I'm inclined to withhold.
Decency is very  immaculate.
Yet these women lack it.
Showing so much skin that the men can probably taste it.
These men  insinuate women into *** objects.
But pushing them
to become a despised icon.
Now a days reputation seems to be the stereo type.
Males are pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Girls will rant consistently about how they use and manipulate them.
Yet you live up to being a back porch baby,
as well show off those curves anonymously for lustful eyes.
False alarms wont save them. Cause they burn their own bridges.
Yet others wear  their pride
and keep what most are not aware of, which is class.
Women who stay loyal to the core and Share their soul with nothing but a Heart full of
ravishing intentions are indeed very rare.
Beauty that would petrify you were you are standing.
A delightful dream
that you're scared you will wake up and suffer society's standards of a female.
The lesson of this is nice guys finish last.
My amazing charm and mentality of a gentlemen is ignorantly ignored.
Nothing but remorse can be felt with this situation with them.
Sorry that they will never feel the vibrations
of the overrated word named "love".
Things that would make Hester Prynne disgusted.
But in all words,
my sail with no compass will not be over.
The storms might get heavy periodically, but then the waves will sail properly in my favor.
My search will be fulfilled
So on this long sail I'll never acknowledge these indescent
sirens.
So when they pass  "X" will mark the spot.
A butterfly on
A petal; a dew on a leaf;
A word on a paper!
Notes (optional)
 May 2015 Miranda Renea
Nicole
I am complicated
No one really understands me.
Sometimes, even I  don't.
I'm like a world full of mysteries,
nothing's ever certain around me.
I constantly change of mind,
think about something,
and act all the way around.
I am complicated.
I'm hard to define,
it can be a mess,
and yet, strangely *beautiful.
 May 2015 Miranda Renea
Dr Zik
what? why? when? where?
whose? whom?  who?

How dare you?
How dare you?

autumn prevails every where..
everybody have own share

yes... OK... why not...
would you like... thanks!

O' hay!...
O' hay!...

if you don't mind...
I am ready...

its my pleasure...
I am ready...

I love to... I love you...
so nice of you...

see you...

and spring prevails every where
without any care, everything fair

think for a while
friendly, hostile
where are you?
between the two!
Dr. ZIK Poetry
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