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Shrine

Shrine

Years after my youth
I return to this old place
(I grew up here/have grown
since)…...

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Don't Feed the Meter

Don't Feed the Meter

A liter is a gallon?

An ounce be a gram?

These metric units
I just do not...

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To

" BE "

To

To be alone, is to be in a soulʻs tone,
To be free, is to be an unsolved mystery,
To be sure...

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Underverse

Underverse

Underverse.
Cyberspace.
Different
realm.
Place where
thoughts,
...

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the last bird to sing

out of sleep I did not come
Easily. I heard the sun.
whispering of bloody things
It...

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A Mystery of Mysteries

From my Raven Collection

A Mystery of Mysteries

A mystery of mysteries
this old life given to me
why do I fight the foe?
within these...

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STOP LOOK LISTEN

STOP LOOK LISTEN

To stop look and listen
Your toes behind the kerb
This used to be the golden rule
And...

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A TALK WITH JESUS

WE HAVE A TALK EVERY DAY
A TALK WITH JESUS AS WE PRAY
A TALK WITH JESUS IN QUIET REVERRANCE...

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Raze your glass

Raze your glass

promise I'm coping
I know what it feels like
I got my heart open
erasing my pride...

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older than the sun

and people say oh look
a new dawn and it's not new is it
Can't get a thing older than the...

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WHEN YOU'VE NEVER BEEN...

WHEN YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO YOU

You can experience things through people...

Learn lessons they shouldn't have taught...

The...

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Random Sampling

Random Sampling

When I reached the last dot
to be connected
of my scattergram existence
I found...

Poem -

things I don't know

things I don't know
~~~~~~~~~~~~
why my heart beats
where death is
where you...

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Marginal Man

Marginal Man

Living on the edge of oblivion
Marginal Man exists

Content in his fringe obscurity
...

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START OFF

LITTLE THEN YOU GROW
START OFF HAPPY THEN GET HAPPIER
START OFF HAPPUE THEN CONTINUE
...

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Saints and sinners.

While theres sinners that feel like home and there's saints that draw the line, you keep telling yourself...

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Flowers from Stone

It's not the destroyed woman, who chooses to devote, but the healed salvation of her heart, sure she could...