I know what is it to feel.
For no lack of conditioning, in this nest wondering.
Where time has gone.
(Someplace other.)
Where the breath of angels
taking shape,
in folded origami.
That colorless map -
of a coded world,
not made up dreams.
This little faith I have.
Such a small sense of irony that won't fit into a wording all my own.
To understand it all.
For lack of purpose in everything.
It stems from the nest (above) in this dark poetry.
The first verse: I know.
Just not the ending.
- Marco
I am not an exhibitionist and by no means am I attention seeking, but my behavior is not often confused with anything other than temptation.
- Marco
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I appreciate how the sexes choose whether or not to be nice or just plain out creepy themselves, though enough not to accuse you of it.
- Marco
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It is a pleasurable skill when every moment I experience feels like a victory.
- Marco
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It sucks the life out of you to think first, act second, it is the first part that masters the second - you act as if it is second nature.
-Marco
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What acts as true definition of passion? It is simple: passion is a logical romance which is done in the most illogical of circumstances. - Marco Almeida
