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To truly see, my love,Look, as if through a Telescope, but lookAnd see with the heart. Blind yourself to theMyriad distant stars,And let your soul see..
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Ode to the healing power of poetry.
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Ages ago, I saw a burning bushon a mountain; I hearda voice loud, clear, and hard.I was there when, among the beasts,a child was born undefiled,innoce..
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Blessed are the poor...
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When the day is done, and
Eyelids fall like curtains
On an eventful play, and
The last lights feebly flicker
And glow like distant
Sta..
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for jaded eyes sick of seeing blue
a strange, red sky burns with
the promise of something new
flaming tongues tickle and tease
till r..
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his EYES are two FISTS
brandishing DAGGERS
the cold winter air
catches FIRE as he breathes
smoke and gallops like a
WILD mustang aroun..
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Our silence drip-drops
And soaks the bed sheets.
How softly it does fall and die
Right where we made love,
Right here where we lie.
In..
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To see a man truly,
Empty his world,
Free it of clutter, and
Hang him up like
A portrait in a
Grand, heavenly hall.
Strip him of h..
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Lost at sea, it’s just me, and
A thousand other me’s I see
In an endless, broken mirror
Glaring in the rays of a blinding sun.
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