Venus FlytrapA Poem by Poetic ShamblesThe power of a womanShe’s central to the human experience, we’re all just unknowing participants. She’ll control you in her experiments, we’ll succumb to her omnipotence. One might think of a clever comeback, speaking with a tongue no one understands, l’espirit de l’escalier, too late to ever command. Running fingers down paths of wrongs, that lead to the warmth of her breast, put anything in her vicinity, the goddess will catch and digest. Eternal games played, and some of them you may win, but games are all they’ll ever be. In the hierarchy of nature, the battle is already over, our hearts were the victim of theft, but war does not determine who is right, it only shows who is left, and while we may use anger, and power to overpower, there is one thing that will always remain: Mars will always surrender to the hourglass of a Venus flytrap. © 2010 Poetic ShamblesAuthor's Note
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Added on September 28, 2010Last Updated on September 28, 2010 AuthorPoetic ShamblesLondon, United KingdomAboutIt is no secret that I write poetry, but I have often kept my poetry a secret. I give up hiding, here's my writing. If you enjoy my words, show some love and like my page http://www.facebook.com/sun.. more..Writing
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