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Jackson

Weighing in at top of the tree
And founder of his family
Proud, went on to father a daughter...

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Wishing-hell

A Sad Story

Wishing-hell

A wishing-well
on the ground
of an old school

A victim the building
of...

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Granted

I took you for granted.
Always counting on you and your advise
never realising that you were...

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How Deep

How Deep

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So, behold as I love, cherish and hold her
...

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Words

Words

Words
Pour out of my mind
Echo in my chest
Fill my soul
Tear me apart
...

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Systems at thine throat.

Part three

Green back in a green house
I don't know where the door is to get there.

Deliberate amnesia...

Poem -

Find My Phone

There's not an order I could manage
To arrange these words just right
I'm aware there's no...

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Lonely Stanza

ABABBCC

Lonely Stanza

Amidst a write of emptiness
Hopeful of more words to come
But the bitter reality now is...

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One, Two, Three, Four

You can be your own hero. Take it one at a time.

One, Two, Three, Four

One, two, three, four
My brain is pacing
I can't see anymore

Five, six, seven, eight...

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WHEEL OF FORTUNE

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WHEEL OF FORTUNE

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WORDS

AN A”DOOR”ABLE READ

WORDS

W: WORDS
O: OPEN
R: REAL
D: DOORS
S: SINCERELY

W: WORDS
O: OPEN...

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Ever-searching eyes

Ever-searching eyes

There’s a place where there’s no light
Only dark for miles and miles
Ever-searching eyes...

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VS

VS

Chanel vs. the Birkin bag, McLaren truck with the Bicentennial Vermont tags, penthouse with the helicopter...

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NO MORE VICTIMS

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NO MORE VICTIMS

Locked and loaded
GUN
Ticking time
BOMB
Pissed of
MAN

Mental...

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YOURSELF

YOURSELF

Happiness introduces itself amidst faded darkness

You are reluctant to accept its invite with open...

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No bullets left just a gun

I could cry until I'm blue in the face
And still just be a motherfucker taking up space
...

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Higher Thoughts

Higher Thoughts

When I get awfully blue as one sometimes will,
And my whole way of living seems to be uphill,...