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Double Star SystemDark is the night sky,Double Star System by CATtheMinion
silver pools reflecting,
rinsing downy softness,
the twinkling light dries it,
snuggled warmly in its caresses.
Beauteous is the moon,
The stars twinkle approval.
A comet sears the curtain,
streaming its blazing fronds.
Fiery in the darkness,
Restless and bold,
striking static arches,
frantic lightning surges
at each tender kiss.
Warped ParadigmI have always regarded the thing known as "dating" to be unusual. In some ways it signifies a bygone era, the 1950s, of women at home and men providing financial support. I understand that times have changed in some respects and perhaps more people are "going dutch." But then again, more people are also "hooking up." Neither of these social constructs make any sense to me.Warped Paradigm by CATtheMinion
I have a male friend who specifically said that he felt like a dinner charity. That doesn't seem right to me, or fair. There is probably a venn diagram in which the circles intersect at women (usually women) expecting to be treated every time, and society having a history of telling us that is how it should be for at least a couple of generations. Having not experienced ritual courtship of even 100-200 years ago, I'm not sure if it bears much difference to dating of last century, aside from perhaps when you spent time with your sweetheart you would be at group social functions under the watchful eye of most of
ExpeditionWhen I was young and carefree,Expedition by CATtheMinion
you shone before me like a morsel of fresh meat,
and I a fledgling in the nest
springing with heightened vigor for my piece.
The green winds of spring turned.
The heat of summer burned all that was there
and I fell
dead and cold, for eternal winter.
I stay where I succumbed, covered in stone.
Come for me, I rise no more
Exhume my bones from the dust
My carcass cannot refuse you.
,,,lioness,,,African sun, wake me up,,,lioness,,, by doasp
before my heart swallows it's tongue.
I've made a huge mistake
I am the lioness, my problems are well done.
Beating down, on my soul: I am the one they call
The winged lioness, troubled and alone.
I do not wake up from dreamers like you,
I do not favor the truth
when the lies are realer than
when the light is dark.
I set my love down to you,
before the chemicals brew.
As my shadow fades into the Northern marmalade,
I'll let you know, I am
your lioness at war.
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