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Discerning Poets

Discerning Poets

Discerning poets pluck from every kind
of garden, the perfect flowers that grow,
Tall and sun...

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Prophecy

Prophecy

There was a baby, already betrothed to the throne, the Lord granted 3 gifts, 1. Was the gift of beauty, he...

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His love for me.

Inside we're twisted storm's.

I'd part not of his gestures that gladness or the ache, cry amounted to his knowing

And...

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Poets Are Like Matadors

Poets Are Like Matadors

Poets are like matadors in a world
Of dull, yet brutal, bulls. Their refined skills
Can serve...

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Inquisition.

Where inquisition tells of the soul and bodys attributes we might gaze nowhere else but the sensation of a...

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Shhhh.

Shhhh.

Shhhh.
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Today was quiet. It was in this quiet that I took an A4 lined paper and a pencil,...

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Beltaine: ( The Fire Festival)

Beltaine: ( The Fire Festival)

Between spring equinox and summer solstice,
Celtic tribes honoured Bel: a great god of life,
...

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C.C. Baxter

Inspired by 'The Apartment' ( 1960)

C.C. Baxter

C.C Baxter is a solitary guy
Who works hard, like a drudge, in a labyrinthine
Insurance...

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Autumn Itinerary

Autumn Itinerary

Autumn begets a withered world of rusted leaves.
Its winds add a tenebrous coldness to my dreams,...

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Forever

Love feels like heart attack

Forever

I thought forever meant just that, forever.

I thought forever was until the end of our time, and...

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Blithe.

I could not take down the sun, nor write a note upon it's cause, the moon seeks valuation and the tides...

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Chasing Love

Chasing Love

Chasing love

I wish I could show you ,
The vision that came to me.
It showed 2...

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Love is present and in past.

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Love is the conquest.

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Spoken word

Let me know what you think
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No value less to spend.

If any women could there love in correspondence to his soul, how could i reform the sky, a black and great...

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Every waking word.

Mortal instruments.

We are mortal instruments in a series of immortal words where said, a property of thoughts to passion,...