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 Do not be afraid to take off your shoes and shirt here: this private shoreline is dedicated to you, and to only you---my poem provides... [read more] |
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Because the term concludes in November, they call it "Autumn"; but it began in the summer: today is that season's last Saturday---the... [read more] |
 but that's just the way it is isn't it? shit goes up then shit goes down boomBOOMTIGGEEtiggee round and round; so you do the best you can. [read more] |
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MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE AND ALL YOUR WISHES TOO MAY EVERYTHING YOU DO BRING THEM CLOSER TO YOU BELIEVE AND SEE THEM THROUGH [read more] |
 we ridicule the industry of miscommunicated information, yet subject ourselves willfully to its trappings of integration! i have read... [read more] |
 There's a longing in my soul, For a place that it calls home,. It's not where I am right now. My soul and I, We don't know where home is,... [read more] |
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there is metal in the air, fumes welded into cancer, as my respiration circulates the room; puddles of acrid, acid rain, pool themselves ove... [read more] |
 I am free but at such a price I exist on the outside in solitude exempt from the chains of spiritual bank... [read more] |
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Eddington station suburban decay withers a late winter day Train sitting no one gets off no one gets on wasted stop [read more] |
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Casually posed on the couch; clad in baggy cargos, shirtless and barefoot, you caused the Cosmos itself to shiver with pleasure, and I defin... [read more] |
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Your new boyfriend remarked, before departing near dawn, that the color of your long hair (such profuse cascades) matched the color of the l... [read more] |
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As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled... [read more] |
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You remind me---you, who so fervently loved Jonathan--- that your great descendent, Who is also God's Son, Who reigns forever on His Throne... [read more] |
 When the sky is more a slow-curdling sea than a clean eternity, when the ghosts of distant hills ... [read more] |