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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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L’Usurper de l’Amour
She was prone to moonwrath; She was coming to goldenness; It was an outblown image of potential – Forever was smiling and playing with her hair. Catullus was laughing bitterly, And butterflies opened like hearts, The slaves all walked to the sea, now dark, But she…she was prone to moonwrath, Unleashed upon tides, economies, minds,…
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Rites of the Holy Non-Sequitur
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Love & Chaos, Canto I
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Respecting Oneself Is Far From Narcissism
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YOU LIVE, YOU DIE
That old concern as defintive verb. Hasnt lost any luster in any era by an occur. Power politics within pérsonalized compromises. An empty courage in the realistic eyes. A signalized threat as our natural sorceries Most religious are spurn for this nature’s inconvience. Yet some does realized their own vanity under this mortality’s summarized. With…
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Untitled (so far.)
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Thank You For Letting Us Know We Aren’t Alone Feeling.
(To Those Of The American Music Association Who Are Always There Thoughout My Life With What I Really Need. Please, Allow This Poise From My Pure Essential Life’s As Being Convey Why I Had Always Appreciating What You Do.) Thank You For Letting Us Know We Aren’t Alone Feeling. Purity By Geo. E. Burks You,…
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A Poet’s Prayer
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A History of Violence
As you shake your head, He jumps across a stretcher In a bombed out home, Violence, Violence, Everything is violence Cries the teacher. Armies come and go and wander in between Finding cities to sack Women to rape Children to enslave Blood to spill again and again When does it end you ask? He laughs,…