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Fields of incentives
covered in green,
the taste of money
lies in exuberance
on tables laid,
while currency smokes
above the rooftops,
below t..
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A portrait of an euphemism,
an ever changing face
where one looks
at thoughts
within the mind,
a maze of lies
through which
lies the truth.
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What lies in the background of the mindbut the wrong side of blackof footprints that stop....that once lead to memorieswhere the walls move,light chas..
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Mr Spud, you have been chargedwith indecent exposure.How do you plead?Not guilty your Oven.Stovetop says on the night of Augustyou were seen exposing ..
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Was there light
in the shadow’s wake?
Or did the shadow remain blind,
on opening to darkness
as the comet ablaze
waved in passing.
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How can a man
be measured
if he has no shadow?
What becomes of light
in the light without
the need of shadows to shine?
No thought is home..
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Somewhere between
nothingness and eternity
a candle flame of memories
burns in the traffic of
matters of no importance
where the black hole wai..
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Why the desire? said Urge.All the better for a squandered lifeto catch up on misspent youth.Why look? said the Eye.When beauty is all but skin deep!Al..
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Swallowed by your heart's desireI wallowed in the luxurybasking in your love.
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The juxtaposition of give and take
was in the way it was served,
hot or cold
wet or dry,
heaven or hell
living in contrasts
I was never the same..
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