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    Here lies man’s existence on good-ole earth;
    Pain defies this playground of taboo worth.
    Descending principles from beyond the veil,
    Protects virtue / value–pinned with a nail.

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    Here lies man’s existence on good-ole earth;
    Pain defies this playground of taboo worth.
    Descending principles from beyond the veil,
    Protects virtue / value–pinned with a nail.

    Irony describes truth in earth’s unexplainable;
    That! no fool dares reveal sex discreetables.
    An ironclad taboo secures this brave secret,
    Which lovers hide–with a resolve to keep it.

    Love openly emerges from our secret taboo;
    When all the world comes to know it is true.
    The heart bravely attracts the wooful lover,
    Submerging the taboo–beneath the covers.

    Obviously, the non-taboo is allergic to taboo,
    Cause, neither, nor, and both are screwy too.
    A heart is blue when the head desires to woo;
    And yet, red-and-green are judgements to do.

    Love wears a sexy blue–in a troubling heart;
    Though, a kind understanding is falling apart.
    A social taboo imposes on our normal desires,
    To cause an imbalance with a true found liar.

    Alas, love fills the head–with a heartattack;
    The victim escapes, and readily–turns back!
    The prophets of doom declare their warning:
    These lover’s taboo!..is extremely charming.

    Want!…is a pressing desire–to need a want!
    Love breaks the barrier, and wants the don’t.
    Perhaps sex needs a want, that needs taboo,
    ‘Cause love cannot realize what is finally true.
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    Want!…is a perilous taboo frought with sacrifice;
    Because, desire may generate a compelling vice.
    Victums should resolve without any satisfaction,
    For a worldly substance clings to confrontation.

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    Want!…is a perilous taboo frought with sacrifice;
    Because, desire may generate a compelling vice.
    Victums should resolve without any satisfaction,
    For a worldly substance clings to confrontation.

    Deprivation strengthens the weakness of mind,
    To produce freedom–with prevention in a bind.
    Whatever attraction engenders a kinetic desire,
    Should prove openly–pleasure isn’t a culprit liar.

    Intensification wants a reason to justify a taboo,
    For self-gravitation will gratify control over you.
    Self-control is a lifeform with higher intelligence,
    For securing a desire validates a true free agent.

    The real world is a cold cruel vice to reckon with;
    Redemption may purify behavior–in what you did.
    Truth claims: “action speaks louder than words.”
    Defiance of taboo…creates a socially misfit nerd.

    The conscious life balances a socialized pressure,
    Weighing the consequences of a taboo pleasure.
    A measureable wrong continues–’til a final right;
    Furthermore, a right requires a purification fight.

    Remain weak, if a choice demands no strength;
    Certainly, solid growth cannot persuade a geek.
    Perchance, but when a taboo comes your way,
    Hide your shameful face…with nothing to say.

    Share a sense with me…and my vulnerable house;
    We rely on a foundation-of-man, and not a mouse.
    Free agency is a path forbidden–to obvious fools;
    For, life is a condition that rallies an agent taboo.
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  • Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

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    Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

    Neighbors are content to dwell at a distance,
    Conversation stirs a mysterious surprise.
    You and I have met a familiar apprearance,
    We have discovered–neighbors are alive.

    Poetic macob explains an elegant romance,
    Intercepting a pre-rigor mortis creep.
    Innately, weird creatures will stealth about,
    While craving their most favorite peek.

    Please, don’t assume–a narrow lonely freak;
    Perhaps, you mean to enter my head.
    A diminished sense will turn romance cheap,
    Daring heads…unto a forbidden bed.

    Odiously, macob avoids the ultimate grave,
    While creeps cry-out…to raise the roof.
    Sporadically, blood circulates for many days;
    Even though, aging renders no proof.

    My restless yearning awakens issues gone-by,
    For charm thinks–my emotion complete.
    Say, neighbor, do you feel a bit chipper…sigh,
    Thinking romance is a coherent treat?

    Neighbors stir a slight sense of feeling, I think!
    But weep-on…for social issues–creepy.
    Wrong heartaches must be compelled, or sink;
    For energy produces hearts…more sleepy.

    It is disconcerting…to be disturbingly funny;
    Affection will call: poopsie doll honey.
    The scary part…is hardly an influx of money;
    Rather, flaky bikinis worshipping sunny.

    Perhaps verse can be an expressive request,
    Where poets thrive on love, said neatly.
    Creeps are obliged to charm their neighbors;
    So, warm thoughts–consider discreetly.

    Young genders depend an awful lot on sex;
    While older codgers…tend to slip in time.
    His dreamboat has finally come-in, a wreck;
    She wonders where he went, still tryin’.

    Come along gap…wed the vows at the origin;
    Damsels are eagerly curious with sex.
    A poetic instrument plays a retreating organ;
    Tho’, his hot blooded passion…is heck.

    If ever love finds harbor–to age the heart,
    There is no better time to be coupled.
    Divorce creeps-up and destroys young folks;
    The credit news is: bills have doubled.

    Lovers discover adventure in various places,
    As mysterious vibs increase with love.
    Eureka! I have found delight–in sad senses:
    Issues of misery…descend from above.

    Romantic secrets share atmosphere alone;
    Patiently, attempt to understand that.
    If impulses emerge from your heart–like me,
    By cracky, you unleash a sneaky rat.

    I admit, my faults concur with your critical wit;
    An age barrier gap…repulses a creep.
    Beautiful love–like a breath of poetic delight;
    But then, to wake-up alone…is a cheat.

    There is a familiar echo–sounding creepy alert:
    Old boys have entered a younger world.
    They are mildly content–with tender charms,
    Until the wife awakens…as a forsaken girl.

    Stiff muscles ache, with torture to younger girls,
    For they expect sensual love to survive.
    Hopeful couples strive for wisdom of the world,
    Only to find–love!…expired in the night.
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