About Eve Multitude of Faces

Updated on December 8, 2017

A "Carnal of knowledge" it's in our eye's. You better watch out and I am telling you why?

She's got those eye's this is a bumpy ride
She's got those eye's this is a bumpy ride | Source

To the root of personalities of faces.The strong jaw the raised brow and what do we really know?

This was Eve, tears coming down her sleeve

Seeing a Pretty face but she felt out of place

A Pretty face of ladyfingers heart became heavy

The creme "All About Eve" how she lingers

She faces the great lakes please God

Let's not look up close inside her eye's

More baked pies eating to the very end

of her lies

Across the lake, he's eating chocolate creme

filled drakes

The next one disguised face inside the toaster

Hearing sounds her morning glory flower.

Your face is sopping wet overflowed shower.

That flaming hot rooster wake up sleepy face

So startled like a shock wave the alarm went off

She flocked up like a Pop Tart to face something

new to start

He popped up you were steaming on your face

Another disgrace didn't feel good looking inside

your coffee cup.Saying I will never give up

Feeling delicious like someone can eat you up

Your face a peck here and over there

but you are still holding on? Somewhere

over your face got burned heating up like those

wildfires in California the cake you designed

with wildflowers needed more rain

your name Georgianna, she's like the Casablanca

a kiss is not a kiss

When you could look through her face you kinda missed

She's in a spell of madness if you couldn't tell

Saying here I come to California.

You should have been wishing in a well

All pennies in a fountain

San Francisco all cakes on a hill.

Your cake was as high as the mountain

Looking at this other face

He's the skydiver but he doesn't return

You are looking down from another part

"Red Riding Hood" town

A creepy face from the woods the undertaker

you feel undressed faces are different and strange

She's the dressmaker even "Grandma" looked different

eating her cake like a bloodsucker

How he loved to bake sweet cookie face the chef

Loves his juicy red what big eyes he has so heavenly bliss

Two faces of moods of a driver your face felt rough and hard

You needed an Angel cake of a face no Raggedy Ann

moisturizer soft creme pastry puff

Like pineapple upside, down cake, someone ironed

your face.

So hot and flat you felt like a rare steak

He was the rub of red spices

cayenne a piece tenderizer

But playing up faces "Red Valentine"

all the time so festive

But crying for pain and joy red tear forms near your

bat-winged eye cake. This isn't loving so many mistakes

He dresses your cake to the Cat Vixen nines

With another sexy bite, the cake went down no smiles sad and


You were like the cat frisky feeling guilty your face could change

Vintage Roaring twenties flower to wilt.

He's wearing the Santa Claus face with his belt

You had your frown face wearing your

debutante gown nothing at fault

A Vampire bite strawberries bleeding

pancake home in your Princeton flat

But somehow you were strong to face

your fears. How about that

All about Eve dreaming of a white Christmas

or French Cherie one stop in the name of your face

Where did those love years go your time was up

Or getting a ticket from a cop not giving up

So flowing your dress like the Cake

of a Queen, this was something to be seen.

Blueberries so melted bloody British cake dripping on

her favorite iced crown

He was high up in his penthouse quiet as a mouse

Red velvet cake faces change white as

a music sheet.

Didn't exactly fit into this face and lifestyle.

All white but not the wedding type

Going on Skype faces were all lined like "Zebras".

Maybe it was time for a yogurt cake with John Stamos

What an uncontrollable unstable person losing it easy

as pie but only the lonely faces so deserted

Those Lonely face's "Red Berries" crushed

but heartbroken stressed in your face

To bake the next recipe it will it get stolen

You were down to your last token Brooklyn girls

going broke but they're still smiling.

The whole world is smiling back somehow

"God" came to you he made you strong

Your face was alive

He pushed you brought you back to life

You clicked your heels.

There's another cake waiting we are all

wizardly it's not always about "Eve"

now it's "Oz" there's no

other places like a warm face

© 2017 Robin Carretti


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      Robin Carretti 6 weeks ago from Hightstown

      Thanks so much I am happy to hear it took you to another destination. And that's what I wanted to have people envision to acknowledge through my writing

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      Bill Holland 6 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      it's like reading the flight of a hummingbird....exquisite writing

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      Dabby Lyric 6 weeks ago from US

      You are very welcome. Looking forward to reading more from you!

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      Robin Carretti 6 weeks ago from Hightstown

      Hi I see what you mean I am very vibrant I love when people can taste my words and thanks for all your help so greatly appreciated

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      Dabby Lyric 6 weeks ago from US

      Hello Robin,

      I agree with Manatita44. Your writing is unique and vibrant. Your words come alive and dance as the reader finds the rhythm to the beat. It's clear that you are deeply inspired to write from your fanciful bio to the many themes and ideas presented in this piece. It's easy to let your muse just take you away for awhile but we must not stray too far. Try breaking down your piece into smaller sections and just go ham on it! Let yourself go and see what you'll come up with.

      Nice to meet you!

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      manatita44 6 weeks ago from london

      Seems to have started with the picture. Did it? Just hold the theme a bit more. It's also good writing to move away and re-connect, once done skilfully.

      Noble attempt. I get my thoughts from dreams, meditations, walking the street; on buses or trains, at Poetry Cafe's, mystic poets or they simply enter my consciousness, when the mind is blank.

      You carry a notebook, I suppose? Sometimes just one inspired line is sufficient.

      So happy to see you! Continue, continue... never mind me. I am a servant and sometimes my comments take this course. Loving thoughts and my love to Brooklyn. An awesome place.