Get out the polishing brass, we need to keep these cups shining!
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passing off as one of them
queen bitch flamboyant at night -
The morning dew misty upon the fields
sun rays illuminating green aspen leaves -
Once I had a dream
When I was stoned -
The Difference Between Forgiving and Unconditional Love
A Letter of Unconditional Love From A Son To His Abusive Deceased Father -
a virus escapes inside me
poisoning my mind -
As you become my mentor
Showing me how to rebuild my body -
I’m a little terrorists
Mean and proud -
And G-d said:
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:… -
Words in motion equals poetry
Control of iambic pentameters -
It's a start to one of those days
A restless evening of night sweats -
Miniature weeping willow
sitting all alone. -
Shimmering musical notes
dance in my eyes and -
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virgin snow blanket
discarded vodka bottle -
This dis-ease rummages through
the body of my soul -
\An eye
That gives insight -
I prowl the labyrinthine corridors
looking for something, on all the three floors -
i saw you in my dream
dancing upon the clouds -
Embrace all your friends
who have shaken your hand. -
'\Did you ever know you were my hero\'
As you quietly embraced my journey. -
I watch them moonlight kiss and holding hands
I think I walk away the better man -
gods and dance with fairies watching men in silver suits on white
horses with one horn gallantly prance in fields of poppies and I -
with an escaping whimper
frozen watching the thud -
drinking absinthe tea
nor philosophising about Ernest -
All of a sudden there was a loud crash
I jumped off the bed and landed on my ass -
PS: The scotch is in the cabinet beside the fireplace. Please use the crystal tumbler with your name on it.
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The zipper of the closing suitcase
Rumbles in my mind -
we're drowning
in "\Poetics\" met -
Every morning
I come up from my darkness -
GOD begat
God begat -
Above black crows flutter while hawks circle around
Below, little orphans cry, stiffling their sounds
