Juan Pablo Socrates


palm to palm your feet race...
making every step
a lotus in blossom,
a season in a spring,
a criminal out of jail,
all engraved on a speck of
lustrous diamond...

my veins cripple intently,
my neurons tremble to death,
my ghost rages with fire...

and would somehow look forward
to the edge of this intervention...

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, November 6, 2009

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Comments about Jealousy by Juan Pablo Socrates

  • Lady Grace (3/27/2010 6:35:00 AM)

    like love, jealousy have so many faces too...there's jealousy to lovers to friends...i think, this is an expression of love or uncontentment cnd competetion....for me, i go to love...i am always jealous when am inlove, coz i want alone in his love...i want only me, whom he'll kiss..i want only me whom he hugs...so, the word jealousy runs only in the circle of love...no, jealousy in work or in any...well...i want to express more to this but i cant make it nicely...as a woman, we want to be loved by our only man....

    tho the poem express many meanings, but i go with the title alone...

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  • Catrina Heart (11/6/2009 11:19:00 PM)

    wow what a wonderful composition................great!

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