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How dazed the fallen man now looks, br
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It’s only love, pure and unadulterated, br
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Look around you, see the signs;
Hate is spreading, hate survives,
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Don’t tell me what God has done for you,
The Priests and the Angels will testify but I will not.
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He opened the book by chance and saw the ring,
And remembered a night i
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He remembers him claiming that he did not like lilies;
Such flowers, al
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The flowers were bought with love for the funeral,
Or more the love for the deceased; his lover now dead
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The tears have stopped their wretched path,
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Let itnot be the end, unless in
My deaththe end
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He believed in a lot of things,
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Don't you want to see how deep I go?
I belong too, into the maelstrom;
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A poem dedicated to P.B. Shelley and Lord Byron.
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Modern Shakespearean sonnet (no strict meter)
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Pater noster, prayers’ whispered on aching breaths
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Lay me down on fields made green&n
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The stumbling strangers run drunkenly down
The street, uncaring of the stares they get from
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The leaf brushes against my hand as
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A sonnet about me and rain.
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The shell sits silently by the worn bar,Its eyes
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Hold thy sword close at hand, Noble Sire,
Lest thine eyes feast upon her with desire,
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A poem about St. Sebastian
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The London rain falls on my hand, Trembling with the shivers of fear; I f
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Hush, little baby in your crypt, If you cry you will be whipped, If you dare to utter one word, You will find y
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Every man thinks God is on his side Until chance claims it bloody victim By chance. He once felt safe inside <B
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The tempting blade lies upon my pillow, As I sit smoking, awaiting my d
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Each second stretched for eternity, And I always felt outside the modernity.
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I did it on purpose, to find my soul; A pain to cleanse the darkness out, To fill up the cold and empty hole, Or fi
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He his hid passion inside the scrolls, And each page marked another dream, Like the ink that stained their souls, <
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I had never felt safer than in your arms; Curled up against you, head on yo
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The City holds so many things of peculiar delight, And each stone is etched in history of blood; He wonders; “What will happen on this night? Her
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Don’t throw the first stone, You are no more innocent than me. Why shou
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