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Orphan wool
made a slave, my armor against enemy cold
Mother eaten,
bones in a grave, torn from her side into bondage sold
Riding my back
i..
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If I could only be a sunbeam free of a bone locker bodyAblated eyes now outdated, sated with white and blackI'd write poems of beauty, paint brushed f..
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Ouroborosof love and hate doesn't know what it ateFangs of venom at one end the other a siren tail does bendA twisted circle becomes an eight writhing..
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Flaming guilt a swallowed coalA holocaustic inferno out of controlWe breath our past with every breathForgiveness drunken from the waters of Lethe
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A
poet is a dreamer who's ears are his heart
A
term schemer molding word clay his art
Cracks
the shell, peals away skin of what others see
Taps
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Popcorn blooms on green leaf clouds they fall as snowflakes over a green felt grass covering of earth's table where the pungent fragrance of orange bl..
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You and me part of the same tree just young leaves when we did entwineThrough rain and storm kept each other warm a shelter most divineBut in time we ..
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I mold each day a poem of clay some crumble some stay strongSome time paints others mold taints each carries their own songFrom days mud feelings floo..
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Life, with fingers of light, holds a tight grip on allDeath's dark breath hides in the shadows of the fallSun turns his face, in disgrace, covering hi..
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A world of illusion where you're told it's your delusionWe eat fake food, swallow false news, wear wig extensionsImplants, Botox, compression sox, gen..
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