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Second hand moralsA Poem by Mark DSuffocated by second hand moralsFrom the first hand to feed usTheir excuses of misfortuneFell on deaf earsOur similarities to them are replacedBy an a.. |
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On these burial groundsA Poem by Mark DOn these burial grounds Which our history encompasses We cannot deny belonging But could never be ourselves As the first inhabita.. |
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Cannon of thoughtA Poem by Mark DStaging scenes of shootings On a landscape of broken minds My head was on the auction block While she wasn’t on my radar I took .. |
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See this day arriveA Poem by Mark DSunrise dusts off last shadows of nightWarmth caresses my faceIllumination troubles my eyesRemaining awake at odds with my bodies willMy mind slows bu.. |
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I caught a visionA Poem by Mark DOnce guarded in her wingsIn my spring of youthI fled those shieldsToo full of youth and vanityI treated foe like friendTears though the dayAnd tears t.. |
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Here on my ownA Poem by Mark DThese feelings are hard to explainLike waves hitting me harderOn their way back to the waterLeft perched on a towerWhen the tide is forced outI’.. |
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Adults never growA Poem by Mark DThe cut burn chase arrivesAnd leather fabric hurtsReddening now rawWith you upon the floorA subtlewipe to hideThe islands in your eyeIt starts within .. |
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What I came to doA Poem by Mark DWhen the last drops of rain are tossed downWhen your upward path is straight and smoothWhen your will to go on is strongWhen your horses wait for thei.. |
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Rich in spiritA Poem by Mark DWhen the wild cold ceasesThe night air sleepsAnd all my grief is toldThe morning strikes me into lifeLike a frantic roaring windFree from scornFree fr.. |
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The red roses are nextA Poem by Mark DMy first impression of nature Was fearing the presence of thorns Communicating indelicate feelings Red roses in passionate tongue To c.. |
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