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IDEAL BE THE ART

O Great Mammoth Artist
making this motion
Devotion we seek like a horny nymph
caught in the spellbinding gaze
of hard cock .... alrighty!

Holler at your Father
that the smaller be made taller
and the Forces that are molding you
continue to unfold you true

Brush away this time we breathe in
within this flesh in which we grieve in
Think the thought of thinking thorough
through the thought that thinketh sorrow

Labor through life
our bones are but breaking
The most ancient of arts
is misery making

All is in vain when separate from you
We all are but Mind, and this is quite true

Ideal be the Art
I'm telling you right now
So don't you go looking
for blemishes no how

You see
sometimes purity
lies behind
the darkest mask

Reflection

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Kimmy Alan

The most ancient of arts
is misery making

So true.

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Tony Taylor

FANTASTIC SHOKYA!!!!........this is definitely my favorite write That I've read of yours......... the way you use freedom within the confines of your chosen rhyme scheme is sweet perfection........I could see you taking care in you r manipulation and choice of words here........... as though your mind were breathing life into that which was just coming to you through your artistic control........... it's truly a fantastic read in my opinion......... it's fun to watch a poet play with words.............. gorgeous write!!!........... smiles...........T xo

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