Gustav Klimt – Pallas Athena

He leans over judgement

And stands with the smirk

Of thinking he knows more than he does

Spits whispered conclusion from the corner of his clean cut face

“Yea, she’s worth about a penny and a half.”

But, she knows truth, ’cause she knows herself

“Scratch the surface of this cent!”

She dares the beautiful facade of man

The priceless gold that lies just beneath old hurt shines from those eyes of hers

And he’s afraid

‘Cause behind his silver dollar face

Old brown copper rusting away

And he knows how copper looks

Next to gold

– Alyssum Root

The Hidden Dream

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O, hey, man who has burned my lips with the sparking flames of kisses. Have you seen anything in the depth of my two silent eyes of the secret of this madness? Do you have any idea that, in my heart, I hid a dream of your love? Do you have any idea that of this hidden love, I had a raging fire on my soul? They have said that the woman is a mad woman who gives kisses freely from her lips. Yes, but from your lips bestow life on my dead lips. May the thought of reputation never be in my head. This is I who seek you for satisfaction in this way. I crave a solitude and your embrace. I crave a solitude and the lips of a cup. An opportunity far from the eyes of others to pour you a goblet from the wine of life. A bed I want of red roses so that one night I may give you intoxication. O, hey, man who has burned my lips with the flames of kisses. This is a book without conclusion, and you have read only a brief page.

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