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Fear Of ' Strangers&...

Fear Of  ' Strangers'

In ancient communities ' strangers'
Were perceived as the greatest menace.
Parochial tribes...

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Wasting One's Precious...

Wasting One's Precious Time

Last week, I was blue
Because I had to
Contact the doctor's
To make an appointment....

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Meddling Managers

Meddling Managers

Many meddling managers are like midges
At a campsite, in that they're completely
Irritating,...

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Nobody's Feud.

Twisted, annoyed, my eyes spied a blood soaked television.
And.
The mind earned a vote of no...

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Love at Midnight.

Bathing in the the dark, the mind is eager to make its mark,
A love possibly untrue, these dreams...

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the love years

when the day is nearly done
and the darkening sky is telling me
there's a thunder storm...

Poem -

a bit of bone

it isn't much really
trapping it in
a bit of bone, bits of brain
just two eyes and...

Poem -

One Inch Of Air

Knowing I could not leave
I would will my space
Smaller and smaller
Untill the...

Poem -

SECRETS OF A WOULD BE POET

I go from city to city and town to town
Look and observe and then write it down
People...

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Better half

Better half

I guess he’ll never
know,
How much I miss
him Or how much
I love him,
I...

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The dead flower

It speaks to me through empty cans
As though I am already dead
The kilt of death comes soon...

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Emotional Healing

Emotional Healing

Throat on fire
Chest tighting

Years of emotions
Walls crumbling

Feelings hit...

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Battery burnout

Battery burnout

Feeling too burntout
Just going though a fall out
Just wanna be in bed
Don't wanna go...

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The Man In The Iron Mask

The Man In The Iron Mask

You can not tell what I'm thinking, no face to see,
the reason for the mask was to protect my...

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Incidentally I Assure You

Incidentally, I assure you, I am
not a hero ..
But you do make me feel
like some...

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Rhetoric Reality

Freedom in the past,
captive to firm hands present.
How long can it last?

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Crooked

Crooked

Desperate measures call for desperate cuts, measure twice and cut once.