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Robert Purvis Oct 2010
Where does it lead?
That's always the question
Isn't it?

The conundrum
That befuddles us all
Where does it all lead

We all go about
Wandering till days end
Never finding a satisfactory conclusion
You'll go your whole life
Looking for one answer
All for one question
Where does it lead?

This choice
That choice
What's the consiquence?
All for such a simple
...curiosity

The one solution
The one demise

Good to see cats aren't the only ones
Who are slaves to its will

Curiosity

It seems we're all slaves to its twisted will
J Christmas Nov 2012
If you aren't proud to be my girl in front of the world
                   I'll still be your ***** little secrert
      but know my heart is not fit            so  when you hurl it
           be not afraid it may break on  whateva it hits
              as surely already't shall be long broken to bits.
                               An affair wants to spill,
                                                 to share of its glory
                               as a Lioness shares her ****,
                                                  Or an author his story
                 No act is so private it does not seek applause.
               True love seeks the ALL & knowest time doth not pause  
                                        so as a consiquence
                Passion never shys from standing up for this cause
                              uplifting the object you desire                    Human flaws and Awe
         Ghouls shant go hating on her without those fools hating him
         and right or wrong and vice versa each other they ever defend
             'Else Love becomes a shadow of what it could have been                                  
                                       Not even if 'twere to never heard of such things  
                                                      however unbeknowest     t'will still be a sin
                           if in this dark world         Love's Light isn't unfurled
                          if dead creeps into beauty   &   darkness roots its way back in.
                                                  best we  be Happiest now intact with our Love there in
                                          so for once instead it's the 'morrow that can't wait to see us again.
*John D Christmas*  copyright *Nov. 2012*

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