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 I wish that every time I felt sad, Someone would hold me, tell me it's not so bad Hug me, kiss me, hold me tight Stay with me, li... [read more] |
 you will never know what it meant to me to have you stand there, talk with me, and let it be known that you didn’t find me unfavorable or... [read more] |
 As I look down from the sky I can see far and wide While the children live out their youth this day And a lover figured just the right words... [read more] |
 slipped between the moments not subject to duration i find you (frozen?) vox-less, at mercy to my whims and my whims they are many af... [read more] |
 You are like a drink on a hot summer’s day The smell of a fresh mowed field of hay A cool breeze upon my warm skin so light A clear warm sta... [read more] |
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i went to the dream wearing spats, butterfly or man, i knew not which on the beach, for a change don't fear harpoons ~~~~~~~~~~~... [read more] |
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I sought that moment, fleeting as you say cacophonous morning mourning the night mourning the dead that was the man I wanted to be yes... [read more] |
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i fell from the sky the moon had her swift revenge a tear at such bliss [read more] |
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the years since my death like rain, have gathered on the track and in my limbo, i futilely grasp at some memory: catching warm rain on... [read more] |
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i counted coup on the moon darkside encounter the clouds stood by to witness grinning like Mick Jagger before a mirror i took her bac... [read more] |
 "you said" (Part 2) you said you never loved me ever i must be stupid or your just cleaver you tricked me so well you put me through hell i... [read more] |
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"Rainy day confessional" standing outside in a cold rain dripping wet with things to say underneath your window pane afraid again to see you... [read more] |
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"balcony view" ( a short poem for nature) slight breeze blowing through the tree's mid afternoon haze sun set a blaze a distant tune playing... [read more] |
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"My own kin" Born into true home made sin corruptive ways rejected by my own kin reoccurring emotions bound by rotten dreams pen and paper m... [read more] |