The Beast
Hungry for a taste
feed it well
or suffer it's rage
A pain
Nothing can Quench
The desire
A predator does achieve
Prey
Hunted
Trapped
The vixen
Sprung the poison
Her Conspiracy
Kavindra
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CATEGORY
just different
The Beast
Hungry for a taste
feed it well
or suffer it's rage
A pain
Nothing can Quench
The desire
A predator does achieve
Prey
Hunted
Trapped
The vixen
Sprung the poison
Her Conspiracy
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COMMENTS
after vision says: my poet, animal lust is fed by fear or smell and intoxicates the senses to new heights, loved the energy |
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kavindra says: thank you :) |
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hymnagen says: Kavindra, you are still the Queen of Concision. Love the pace of this read and intensity of your words! |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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DubbleDhee says: Kavindra! Beast of a poetry piece! Best part is the mystery of who/what the beast is. Animal, woman, emotion. Who know? Real food for thought. Thx for sharing. |
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These crazy little thoughts of mine they are of the creative kind
Where does this terminology come from ? I'm not quite the political one but . Who decided this was right ?
Why must I fit in to others way of thinking?
If I could only express myself you might come around to my way of thinking!
Souls ,spirits. Religion ?...
How to know? Is it them talking ..? Is it you ..? is it insanity ?
Visions, Illusions?... Imagination!...
We question and that is good!!!
We believe and it is misunderstood...? Crazy ,insanity → we see &hell... |
Thinking Deep"thinking deep"
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Free Spiritwatch me fly |
moments"moments"
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Expectation" Expectation " |
Mind Warpunlocking my truth |
"secret of the spirit "
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"The Matrix Begins"
our hearts go out to speak we become numb to this kindness the helping hand has become an artificial land allowing this device to control our lives |
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lost dreamfinding that dream thinking
happy is living |