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#charmer
From outside— inwards— Each one screams from within And plays such sweet melodies. Masks— of all shapes and sizes— Beckon us to sing! Rising from their jars, as snakes do, When the snake charmer begins.
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May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
African Masks
They told me you were dangerous The baddest of our kind That only with a single look You’d get all girls to sigh You were quite the charmer Of that i was very sure But what I didn’t really expect Was to fall myself much more I thought that i was different That you’d also fall for me For my attributes and laughter For my smile on every eve But that didn’t really happen I got a wake up call And while i was expecting a miracle You didn’t notice at all But it's ok, i learned a lesson And to you i bid goodbye Because I realized I didn’t need your love To make myself fly high Now i am much better Im learning to love myself I forgot all about you And you smile in that hotel Maybe i will never forgive you For the tears i shed that night But they taught me to love myself For i'm the only one who can I still remember those words They told me at those times Not to fall for a player Who would only break my heart But while they thought you were dangerous And too charming to be true I knew y what you were hiding Behind your “too cool” crew And i still remember the way that i felt The night you broke my heart , just like they said Although they did not warn me Of how much i was to grow And all that i would learn When i finally let you go So the next time they tell me To look before i fall I'll remind them of all i learned Because i dared to try Yet i still want to wish you All the best i can And that you someday find A girl for whom you'll fall And maybe then you'll understand How easy it was for me To fall for someone dangerous While i was quite naive I'll lend you a page from my book If you dare to take it Im sure youll find it helpful With the girl who they'll call dangerous
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
Dangerous
They told me you were dangerous The baddest of our kind That only with a single look You’d get all girls to sigh You were quite the charmer Of that i was very sure But what I didn’t really expect Was to fall myself much more I thought that i was different That you’d also fall for me For my attributes and laughter For my smile on every eve But that didn’t really happen I got a wake up call And while i was expecting a miracle You didn’t notice at all But it's ok, i learned a lesson And to you i bid goodbye Because I realized I didn’t need your love To make myself fly high Now i am much better Im learning to love myself I forgot all about you And you smile in that hotel Maybe i will never forgive you For the tears i shed that night But they taught me to love myself For i'm the only one who can I still remember those words They told me at those times Not to fall for a player Who would only break my heart But while they thought you were dangerous And too charming to be true I knew y what you were hiding Behind your “too cool” crew And i still remember the way that i felt The night you broke my heart , just like they said Although they did not warn me Of how much i was to grow And all that i would learn When i finally let you go So the next time they tell me To look before i fall I'll remind them of all i learned Because i dared to try Yet i still want to wish you All the best i can And that you someday find A girl for whom you'll fall And maybe then you'll understand How easy it was for me To fall for someone dangerous While i was quite naive I'll lend you a page from my book If you dare to take it Im sure youll find it helpful With the girl who they'll call dangerous
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I Emanate From the tales of Ruined men Their names laced around my tongue , A sweet curse Bewitched the eye And swells them in The dabbles of dagger I have swallowed, A cutting edge A slash on the throat choking in— Beneath my scaly skin, Body wrapped around a Sweat gleaming neck, And with a puncture On the lips It starts bleeding.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
Belinda
In a dream a spider swallows a snake and smiles like  a giant yellow sunflower being  kissed   by                                                                  bees                                                                  who dance  wildly  with the  wind  as  it  turns white with anticipation.   The  snake  charmer   plays                                                                     his                                                                   tune. The  spider  dances,  rising up,  stretching, elongating. Her  legs disappear, drawing   into  her  body where                                                                     they                                                                     turn into a flickering tongue that protrudes from her lips. She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves                                                                     in the                                                                     air to the melody, begins  to sing a  sultry,  hissing song. Then the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating                                                                         to her                                                                         song's cadence.   And the charmer is himself charmed. He sits in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around                                                                               him                                                                               and the  spider  looking  like a  snake swallows them both.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
Song of Change (or Just Straight-up Weird)
In a dream a spider swallows a snake and smiles like  a giant yellow sunflower being  kissed   by                                                                  bees                                                                  who dance  wildly  with the  wind  as  it  turns white with anticipation.   The  snake  charmer   plays                                                                     his                                                                   tune. The  spider  dances,  rising up,  stretching, elongating. Her  legs disappear, drawing   into  her  body where                                                                     they                                                                     turn into a flickering tongue that protrudes from her lips. She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves                                                                     in the                                                                     air to the melody, begins  to sing a  sultry,  hissing song. Then the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating                                                                         to her                                                                         song's cadence.   And the charmer is himself charmed. He sits in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around                                                                               him                                                                               and the  spider  looking  like a  snake swallows them both.
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He was a man with a happy face people always trying to be him He was a charmer for the world a perfect husband for his wife a hero and a teddy for his daughter he knew the trick to make them smile but little did they all know He was a man with Masks and he knew to use them well It was only Him, his demons and his diary who knew the Real Him !!
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Man with Masks !!
I'm drawn into the darkness in your eyes I feel at home I don't know why Tap into energy you supply Magic explodes there is no more try Inside you I want to become A warrior for your heart under each passing sun Battle like a gladiator till it's won Satisfaction in action you're sure to come Never been holy a Devil I am Don't have to speak words vibes you understand Scorpio mystic powers I command Practice creates the master who makes the plan You can check the clock there is no time Same way there's no limit to our minds Words born from emotions that cannot be defined Translated by a poet patterns become design Keep love flowing infinite always growing Not what I say it's about what I'm showing Drink from the river of ever knowing Fine tune inner light till its glowing Did you put me under your spell? Drunk with love my defenses fell Detached from heaven I walk through Hell Listen to demons and stories they tell I write them all down chapters for this book Analyze recognize path they took Cast out heart meat on the hook Appeals to third eyes many take a look Dare touch caress don't mangle If I Expose my wick will you light my candle? Release tension heart strings untangle Charmer of my snake all yours to handle...
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Charmer
You are the snake charmer mesmerizing poisonous slithery creatures spellbinding them with your undulating hips gyrating ******* nimble graceful hands lulling lulling the predator into a limp drowsy posture until its rapid oscillations dull until its spitting hisses silence and glowing yellow eyes milk over you drape it over with your red garment it coils into infinity as darkness spreads.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
There was this fellow, who seemed very mellow, Yet when one asked me to write a poem about one self; He spoke very highly of himself; Cockiness; not at all he was a charming fellow, Who was always there when ones friend would fail; Showing her she could prevail Laughter filled his heart and thoughts filled his mind Most people would say he’s undefined I’d like to say he’s one of a kind A friend, a brother, a charmer Yet does he ever look deep within Or does one just pretend? Always there for someone in need But what about one’s self needs Shall I assume since you’re consider a charmer That you have plastic armor Pretend to be strong and bold When there’s a deep secret you hold? The charmer in one’s soul Blocks the secret he holds Never look too deep Might cause you to lose sleep Remember a charmer has a spell And never yells Goes on in life Yet can cut you like a knife Leaving a scar on your soul One may be blind and flatter you
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Most Charming Man (unfinished)