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"One"
  by Mz Sick Prose
  - This Poem is a response to the poem And still I remember(slumber) by One


He was...
I

Weird science
Cloned: mine
Replica of a mind
Misunderstood
Yet
We
Comprehended
Each
Other


in ways that were
way too much for me

He was 7
Deadly
Sins
Started with
Gluttony
I consumed his ways of
Being
Greedily
Being
Sloth like
In nature whenever he was around
I did not move
Watched him move
Carefully
Envied the way his clothes
Got to brush up against his skin
As he moved
I was too proud to have him
And so he produced wrath
When I viewed others eyes on his body
I lusted
And


Apart of me was
scared


I wondered if he was
a wonder undiscovered
Blunder
Unintentional Lover

Too perfect for human hands to have test driven previously
somehow holographic he seemed
As unreal as pinch me dreams
And too good to be true money schemes
Cinnamon Man blending with tree barks
Nature complimented his skin tones
And his smile was related to the Sun
Who made love to the moon
And gave birth to
bright eyes
Often confused
As shooting stars
I often wished upon
For
Him
I simply dug the

the way he would
shed his emotions
Snake like
Cunning
Animalistic
Hunted me down
Like
Prey
Prayed
With
Me
Prayed
For
Me
Even after I
Conveyed
Doubts
About
Higher
Beings that were not him


He saw me clearly
inside
As if emotions were saran wrapped
Read in between the lines
Saw past
In between the thighs

He would talk
sensual
Phone sexed me with talks of injecting me with lyrics unheard of
While flexing
Muscular brain activity
came at me crazy like
Escaping
Mental institutions
He told me tales of escaping ghetto fab illusions
And revamping revolutions
he freed me up a little bit more
than usual
Had keys to locks connected to chains
That remained unseen
Even under microscopic evaluations
I became loose
was psychotic in non threatening manners
almost manic
until it came time to concentrate on him
when we would focus intently
channeled energies
Copper fielded magical touches
Ritual inspiring awe

every Sunday
in the morning
we made our religion in
Praises of each others temples
Worshipped
As
I blasphemed
And called you
God’s name
Repeatedly


he sheltered me
Roofed me
Gave me stable
Residency
Like
Brick buildings
On solid ground
And we still
Met in the alley ways
To keep
Fantasies alive
and still factoring in the reality of it all
Our chemistry caused us to have a sudden rise in temperature
Too high to sustain solid form
So we melted into eachothers arm
And fused together
and became
Weird science
Cloned: Mine
We
Became
ONE

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Date Submitted: Mar 09, 2008 (01:53 AM)
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  Ms Lacey Lania
04/23/08 (09:05 AM) 
Its very rare to come across true talent! this piece was hot and line grasped my full attention......good write!

  11th Wonduh
03/14/08 (04:45 PM) 
by the middle verses, i was already drawn in. especially with the seven deadly sin references. damn good write

  Soule
03/13/08 (12:03 PM) 
this is wonderful girl! Love how you took us through all the emotions he stirs. "Cinnamon Man blending with tree barks Nature complimented his skin tones And his smile was related to the Sun Who made love to the moon And gave birth to bright eyes" --> Beautifully worded!

  nywizdom
03/12/08 (01:48 PM) 
"Too perfect for human hands to have test driven previously somehow holographic he seemed As unreal as pinch me dreams And too good to be true money schemes Cinnamon Man blending with tree barks Nature complimented his skin tones And his smile was related to the Sun Who made love to the moon And gave birth to bright eyes Often confused As shooting stars I often wished upon "<-killa stanza right there mama! DAMN!

  theycallmelife
03/11/08 (12:39 AM) 
Another level...definately a complete perfection if ever there was one...its rare i find work so classic i favor it...truly a treat

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