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Where you live
Cut my veins and bleed the life that I so easily give Breathe my breath and resurrect the one I fear is dead Spew form you lips sweet words you twist and invade my cryptic head Cut my veins and bleed the life that I so eagerly give Read my wit, dispel my kiss and…
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At the Matinee
At the matinee at one in the afternoon on a bright, open day means a number of things. The need to wrap- up in a blanket, a haven from the world we struggle in. The breeze spins lightly through the vast parking lot. The sun requires sunglasses to find your way to the glass doors,…
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On Being
To get up every day with a purpose is a joy. To go out in the world, see clearly, be where you are. A sage from long ago said: “when hungry I eat. When tired I sleep.” And, I write to see where it goes, to go where it leads. What is there to see?…
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To Be Or Not To Be
TO BE OR NOT TO BE Could it be me? Maybe you Why not we? Master’s of this poetry, As far as we both can see Maybe God will allow it to be, Suddenly-quite frequently. Life changes for the good Or even the bad Often it will make us moved-unmoved sad So fortunately-unfortunately It is…
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Thought of the Day
I may not be able to control the way I feel, but I can control the way I respond.
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Improvi-satori
Growl in hunger lines where music pierces softly and where Icarian troubadours are their own sirens Drowning themselves in romantic ends strangely that stab and stare in the dark, in a dark age that somehow know where its soul must land The insanity of imagining it all! & all day the cells Bristle, mortality shrugs…
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Liberty
I am free from the curse of the law I hold the hand of God so even if I stumble I do not fall He has removed the noose of addiction And placed upon me a necklace of redemption Every day I awaken it’s a new life I live I am free from the curse…
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Ouroboros Imaginos
Happy birthday, Brutus, my friend of late Whose Queen of Muses stands high, awaits The happiest of happies hence, O Creator Down my lover’s rabbit-hole ’tis better; But crave or drive or worship or flee Drink down the summer wine’s warm pedigree, “The film noir queen steps down from the screen and waters my orchids…
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Imagination
Imagination My imagination is my hands that touch explore excite the planes depths of your body My imagination is my lips that kiss your eyes cheeks gently passionately probe taste your mouth My imagination is vivid Flowing Intense Desire for you builds the more thoughts of you come into my mind Fire takes over my…
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My Constant Love
My Constant Love You my constant love who never abandons me I love You I feel You in the warmth of the sun as it touches my face I feel You in the softness of the wind I hear Your voice in the music of birds singing and children laughing and the sounds of life…