Lusting for the androgynous, assisting in gender destruction. The ice around my heart melts for the hedonistic pursuits. The taste of sweat and tears, equally delicious. The connection felt is one sided, but the need to emulate and continue convince the weak of mutual attractions. We hereby resort to childish name calling and disjointed disappointment, as our unheard, unjustified expectations are shattered. We loved, well... One of us did. We both lost. Our pride takes us to heights never seen by human eyes, but our want for status quo brings us tumbling down to submission. Our greatest flaw is not being human, but the speed that we succumb to our humanity. We are different, we are the only ones of our kind. We are alone, besides when together. This scares us, brings our lives into turmoil and strife. Loneliness and sadness are our mistress.
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Clinton Moore
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Resist to Remain
I broke my fists upon the walls of class warfare. Bleeding anarchy and freedom. I teach the meaning of life, or lack thereof. I spread the message of love, yet live a life of solitude. A warrior with no war to fight, for my enemy is an idea. You can not kill an idea once it takes hold. One man is worthless despite the words that fall from his cold lifeless lips. My meaning will never be seen, but maybe yours will. It is the duty of a parent to resist the oppression and cynicism of the world all while providing and protecting one's offspring. Once your kid steps food on the earth you no longer get to fight with your hands. You fight with your life. You are a stepping stone, a meet step on the latter for the future to embrace and defeat what holds them down.
By Clinton Moore6 years ago in Poets
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