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Beautiful Tragedy (Part I)
he saw her sadness in the stars last night, and today it rains hard. he felt her disenchantment in the wind last night, today he feels cold. darkness even in light, he will carry this for all time. the ice on the window hides what’s inside, does he need to hide from her? solitary of a new kind, so much lost…
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Folding the Void and Making Snowflakes
The chimes are ringing, as we run from mouth to mouth, and across rooftops of the faceless and nameless, who leave our dreams and exist as bookmarks, bloody and beautiful and screaming, as they spread themselves open upon the pages we ignore like love, when it’s too immediate, or our shadows when they appear bigger than…
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mini-mouse tries to recall how make a little noise
The weather's right to sing tonight (while looking at the moon) I'd be outside just wand'ring round if I could find a tune I need to find a simple rhyme (to organize my mind) a simple rhyme, that goes in time like those from sticks gone by I've lost the habit of saying much (but 'spose I might retrieve it) I've lost the…
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afterfelt
i really don't like to rhyme too much, but sometimes i get sappy, just like the next sucker... afterfelt there’s not much more to say about the day i went away and i don’t hold it against you the fact that all you could do was walk on by and not stop to say you love me too, or you felt the same way there’s a world of hell…
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Reactions
When receiving surprising news, There are shrill screamers and runners I've seen some jumpers too! then there are some "I've gotta sit down" types maybe they fan themselves... there are also those that get still, blush, and start crying everyone is different! some people are LOUD (others aren't) some people show a lot,…
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Shady Grove
The wisdom of a hundred years Stirs the still of shady grove The eagle flies above the trees And the rabbits on the run. Peace lays still under the moon lit night down on shady grove All along shady grove the eagle flies and the rabbits hide. Down on shady grove Like my kin before me I was born on shady grove And like my…
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Well
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Bigot
For the time that had to pass for me to be able to think For all the years bullshit was shoveled en masse down my throat For the inexhaustible ignorance that surrounded me daily For the stupidity that permeated the hick town societal castes that dictated the empowered and powerless the same redneck way For the embers of a…
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She Sings
She sings hallelujah with tears in her throat whilst her knees ride the same floorboards that placed splinters tenderly down her back, a reminder, of how she’d wished for a mocking bird with feathers so soft they’d sweep away the pain or at least, mop up the blood spilt, from every wooden prick she’d ever said yes to.
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Good Bye
~ ~ ~ ~ when things are going they bleed and they go and you try but they crumple and bleed on the grass sometimes it's the worst thing in the world to watch something go to die outside you continue ~ ~ ~ ~
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(Untitled)
The wind I hear reminds me that I sway The opposite of still because of what I contemplate From the skeletons of my closet They remind me of my swaying Of my non ability to stay still I have a screen while I write this in front of me Reminding me that I'm writing this I have now written this just after coming in from…
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The Lot Lizard
This is an old favorite of mine I wrote I sing to friends. Need to learn to play guitar so I can actually put it on you tube. Janie put Tommy to bed about nine o'clock in the evening. He asked where she's going, she said, "Don't worry son." And with the boy sound asleep she slips out into the evening. For if that child is…
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I. You. Me. Them. Us.
Down by the river under the bridge where the lost gather leaves and echoes and winters breath filled whispers I, barter my tongue for their silent kisses, open mouthed and hungry and high, beneath their skirts and shirts, and faded jeans, tenderly torn away, from time and the matter of it.
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drunk with low green, crickets, and cicadas
and with the key to our sanctuary in the green yard a drunken mess i have dropped and lost this my every disaster you at home waiting up for me my stumbling here i come you reading late this night i see light on then lost i don't know but rambling the grass and crickets keeping company to me is this my friends down here…
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a little whiskey, and i get poetic
i stand in the shadows and wait for the light to move me but every day eludes me i swim down deep to find life and rise above the sea eternally i find this world amusing a mandatory greed as seeds succeed i wait for change a cleansing with only needs allowed to be
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Gita
This post is a potition of love. I want everyone and I mean EVERYONE who loves gita on this bord to post hear and tell her how you feel.
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A Beauty With-in-ner Beauty
“She knew nothing but had everything he had lost” ~ Oscar Wilde. Certain lines draw pictures whilst others form poems. Hers, set fires, in a cave of bones, where chaos filled embers confused the birds and the thousand moons, now blue and full, of the kind of truth she’d, flutter through and out beyond…
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Dragons Eyes
The haze of a medieval morning has been pierced by the sharp dagger of the sun And the sleeping dragon has opened his eyes and shook his waking head Waiting for the knights of castle kings to bring the new day for their queen. With fire and love the knights will bring a burning heart to save another day. And the dragons…
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The leaves are always left out when mentioning the flower
More hours than it's as if you were just here strange like the smell of rain that sweeps the days that the calendar dropped so fast (speedy dealer he is) there's just enough room left for more of his last breath every day I knew the sun would rise but today I felt it lower than ever before it limped across the gate and…
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Frayed
the dreariness of the day has overstayed its welcome much like myself cold, gray and still unprepared to speak unable to breathe myself and this day will drift into the night untouched by light forever ago we felt love tonight..... tonight we dissolve