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 You cannot outrun vengeanice, you cannot douse the flames What you sow is what you reap, this is what you get for playing stupid game... [read more] |
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He watched your agility on the field of play: dodging the obstructive blockers; launching an object high and fast through the air; catching... [read more] |
 ~Shanghaied~ I wasn't looking for a ride when the world grabbed me and took me for a spin. I had no interest in going anywhere... [read more] |
 * Carrying their lanternsare fragile firefliesMay no child enbottle themas they wing slowly by [read more] |
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Having been recently criticized for writing "perversions" (presumably, my series of poems entitled Circa 1976)---although many precedents fo... [read more] |
 Words don't speak―the inner voice.Words can only killthe truth.Quivering like ahollyhock in wind,O god, who are you?Ever wished todeceive yo... [read more] |
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I always invited youto touch my pastfor an impaled―prophet, who wasadored after his death.Why were you always becomingextraordinary, accepti... [read more] |
 but how do you know what's too far? well, you don't know until you get there; Odysseus' paradox persists. [read more] |
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In that venue, unintelligence obtains the way dust accumulates on the plains--- where jackbooted thugs lurk to destroy the innocent beauty o... [read more] |
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I remember when I was, at last, able to understand why, out of courtesy, Thanksgivings placed me at the children's table so as not to disrup... [read more] |
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Thank you for your Compliment We really think it's Grand In the end it breaks our heart You just don't understand You see Gorrilla Wa... [read more] |
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Willow, I compliment you, loveliest boy, for your company, and the daily---and nightly---joy by which Love's most exquisite, erotic emotion... [read more] |
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". . . O formose puer . . ." ---Vergil, Ecloga Secunda I love to read Vergil's fine poetry; even if in an amateur translation. I... [read more] |
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There may be see bumps. Thumps too. Yes, it is true.' Storms on the sea. Storms for you and me. The sea of blue. We will get through.... [read more] |
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should i believe the lie? give me the lie, o give me the lie truly; or should i be ashamed? afraid to live as if i had control of anything i... [read more] |