Exotic chaotic spins are made to seem real as desperation is hidden behind many doors called fear. You and I are temporary plunderers of words fueled by passions we deem sinful And yet we strive to eliminate need by labels of wants we deny. And in denying grow in surreal settings as dusk falls And we are alone once more. Alone with thoughts masquerading themselves as feelings We search for orgasms which we desire And in desiring share with the stroke of a pen. Exotic chaotic spins then become real And we smile with a confidence satisfied that we lured you into reading a silkened rant.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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