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Mam Tu Veda Na Kascana


But Me no one knows While I sit here wrapped in this flesh I call to your attention my nakedness Standing tall, I take off my shawl and before you I stand, I stand to you all. Mam tu veda na kascana I show my skin, my balls, my cock, I show you tattoos on my back, arms and my neck, I show you my soul and how it has been totally wrecked. I show you my growing hairy silvery hairy chest. I show you my slender body malnutrition and all I show you my nakedness in a slimy stall- Mam tu veda na kascana You think you know me as I am, I tell you I am just a simple man, No great gifts to impart, but what sits here is a wondrous heart, I say this right from the start no matter how wrong the lust is its strong, I desire to quench this unruly fire, I will not tire from the inevitable fire the need is dire- I will not retire- Mam tu veda na kascana But Me no one knows You see right through this old and graying soul And still you see the me no one knows- Mam tu veda na kascana And alas – But Me no one knows-vedaham samatitani vartamanani carjuna bhavisyani ca bhutani mam tu veda na kascana “O Arjuna, as the Supreme Personality of Godhead, I know everything that has happened in the past, all that is happening in the present, and all things that are yet to come. I also know all living entities; but Me no one knows.” * But Me no one knows as I age and grow old Love for me has been cold, and therefore I am breaking out of the mold, this desire in me I no longer withhold. I boldly go to find the love I’ve never known, to finally take hold and call it my own. Om Shanti Shanti Shanti….Om Shanti Shanti Shanti. I find release from my delusional disease. Notes: * Bhagavad Gita 7:26 Photo: Lady Bug in Flight, Azarel
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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwiener
In this poem you talk about how you are showing others parts of you, and I think the most important part is when you say you are showing your soul, because it takes great courage to show people who we truly are, and if you can do that in life, that's great.

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