They Flee From Me – Thomas Wyatt

They flee from me, that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them, gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be Fortune it hath been otherwise,
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small,
And therewith all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream, I lay broad waking.
But all is turned, thorough my gentleness,
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go, of her goodness,
And she also to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindely am served,
I fain sould know what she hath deserved

The Imperfect Enjoyment – John Wilmot, Earl of Rochecter II

Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire.
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace,                 [5]
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.
Her nimble tongue, Love’s lesser lightening, played
Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed
Swift orders that I should prepare to throw
The all-dissolving thunderbolt below.                                  [10]
My fluttering soul, sprung with the painted kiss,
Hangs hovering o’er her balmy brinks of bliss.
But whilst her busy hand would guide that part
Which should convey my soul up to her heart,
In liquid raptures I dissolve all o’er,                                      [15]
Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore.
A touch from any part of her had done’t:
Her hand, her foot, her very look’s a cunt.

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Claribel Alegría – Rain

As the falling rain
trickles among the stones
memories come bubbling out.
It’s as if the rain
had pierced my temples.
Streaming
streaming chaotically
come memories:
the reedy voice
of the servant
telling me tales
of ghosts.
They sat beside me
the ghosts
and the bed creaked
that purple-dark afternoon
when I learned you were leaving forever,
a gleaming pebble
from constant rubbing
becomes a comet.
Rain is falling
falling
and memories keep flooding by
they show me a senseless
world
a voracious
world–abyss
ambush
whirlwind
spur
but I keep loving it
because I do
because of my five senses
because of my amazement
because every morning,
because forever, I have loved it
without knowing why.

By Claribel Alegría

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The Merchant of Venice – Shylock’s Monologue

I’ve decided to journey into the Shakespearian Era so I’ve started reading, or should I say, watching most of his plays. I thought, what would be the best one to start with, well how about the popular The Merchant of Venice . I’ve seen a few of the film adaptations but I think Al Pacino really pulled this one off with the Shylock character (probably because I’m a big fan of his).

Meet My Friends

Hi, my name is envy, I come from within you
I fill your hollow hearts till its heavy
Levy your happiness with sorrow
So the path of misery is where you follow riding solo
I leave you feeling so low
Engulfed by that glum emotion with no hope for tomorrow

These two are hatred and anger-they usually tag along
We all dance to the tune of the same song
They write my wrongs
So I let them go on for as long
We live our separate lives as one
Our relationship has lasted eternities and our bond is so strong

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Tupac Shakur – In The Depths of Solitude

I exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret

a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect oppurtunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

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