02/10/2009
And so it began
How we came to be
Our true essence hidden within nature
Where our only memories are of the COSMOS
In which we are tied
Equal we are made children of NUT (Newt)
Created of nothing else
but casts with names
Identifying
The spirit-treasures eternal
In our hands we are given the tools
To mold to dig within and join
Our true inheritance
Exchanging
You, first MAN
I, first WO-MAN
Given an ancient ritual to perform
The talents provided by Creator Seed
Who has given us EARTH
Our duty to give it GREAT BIRTH
to multiply worthy consciousness
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The Goddess of Love writes a poem about making love. How did I not see this coming? I have to say though…you have a way with figurative language. When you said, “our only memories are of the cosmos,” I felt that. Keep this up! I need more to read!
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LMBO on goddess of love. I rather love than fight or fright. I’m posting everyday this weekend. I have plenty content in my pot if gold. I hope you stick around to tangle yourself into my world, stay for more than a while. My figurative language is natural to me. Others are talented in math and equations…
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