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Last night it began to rain, buckets and pailsThe biggest drops I'd ever seen, stepping through the mudUp the stairs, ponderingWho are these people ne..
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Forlorn and hungry, aching from the fall of our sanctuary, We stop at the place of leaves, staring in wonderLike the joy-bound screams of children, lo..
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some free form; any suggestions?
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The Wolf comes tonight, cloaked in moonlight,
Eyes following my every move
Craving flesh from friend or foe,
Entranced, somehow connected in our co..
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It's a long, dark, cold, rainy night
Theres spiders crawling through my hair
In the back of the kitchen, an old man is singing a hymn
The town is ..
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This is for and old friend lost to me...
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Some old stuff...
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The stars crawl on hands, bent knees
At the foot of the sun, weeping tears of diamonds
Falling and fading into the vast ocean
A new celestial birth..
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Here's an old poem from a few years back. Once again, dark but hopeful in spots.
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I am encased in the deep
Cold water surrounding my flesh
Floating in this stillness, I find peace
Another night of solitude, mind clear
Energy mo..
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