Zwitterion Equinox
Pleasure and pain, the glad and the sad
Teardrops and laughter, the good and the bad
Ecstasy passes, but can be replaced
By something much greater that cannot be defaced
What was in part, has now become whole
On the Wing's of Flesh, Love enters the Soul.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I Pray as I prey | 1 | 12/05/2009 |
| Powdered Snow | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Zwitterion Equinox | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Nursery Rhyme...Fool on a Stool | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Sugar plum Fairies | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Lady Succubus Of Opiate | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Schizophrenic with Child....Voic es |
0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Kate | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| In the Shower I Devour (Kate II). | 1 | 12/05/2009 |
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