What we are


A hand that coils in petty pilfer
signals dark dead discipline
and vile shark reptile restitution.

Implicate each new born second
and every full fledged sanctuary
of true human expectation will warp.

Theft is located somewhere
between the third and forth vertebra
signalling to the long lost tail.

Prostitution goes far outside
while transparent skin
tells another tale.

Codes of conduct
defines what we are
as we materialize.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-26 at 23:27

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Zoya Zaidi
"while transparent skin
tells another tale."

GIVES ME THE CREEPY CRAWLY SENSATION...You konw what I mean?
Well, I don't either!

This is so awesome!

Hey,Ben, Saw ANgela's remark about your profile, and just went and read it!
Reads like the saga of a "Flower Child"...
You must write your autobiography!
Now I know, why I was so powerfully gripped by your very first poem!

((((Hugs Ben, you are amazing)))))

Nedless to say,I am impressed even further!

xxx, Zoya
2006-01-29