Abstract

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Souvenir

Broken shells on somber sand welcome salted tears in crushing waves....
Engulfing riptide of crystal...

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Part of them.

Part of them.

Dilation causes scenes of passing light..
Through a dense encirclement of weary thoughts, we fall...

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Approaching Dusk Of Mine...

Approaching Dusk Of Mine Existence

(tell the dee jay to cue Thus Spake Zarathustra)

Most recent orbitz upon oblate spheroid
...

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shocking

shocking

My demons is all up on my mind
They won't give me a chance to grow
I wanna leave this world...

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~ The Same Old Desires ~

~ The Same Old Desires ~

That vain and oh so humble lore
Where one's will does triumph to advise
The ways of old do,...

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Does this make me crazy?

Does this make me crazy?

Ok, so when you feel like an outsider,
Like your looking through a window at your own life,
...

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Zen Pen

Zen Pen

The zen pen writes
Delightful phrases
Inspiring topics
that always amazes

The...

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Today

Today

It is cold during the night
During the day, it's far too bright
I mend the rules and I follow...

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Spaghetti And Rice

Spaghetti And Rice

In a bag was a gram
And in a can was life

Convicted and serving,
Dying, and starving...

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Rainbow

Rainbow

The blistering sun; in the sound of silence,
Was “ quietly gathering fun.”

Unbeknownst to...

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Sufferings

So on the shelf of importance
like a tax bill orEmotions
like a down turned smile
...

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Truth

Truth

Deciding to change the tone of the moments as they collect in memorical obscurity.

Trying to...

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The Wanderer, The Wonderer,...

The wanderer,
.. the wonderer ,
and the worrier.

The wanderer;
Never worried...

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Blutiful ( blue-tea-full)

Blutiful ( blue-tea-full)

Within the shadow of her eyes..
Before she sings,.. before she cries.
And comes as no...

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Listen to the Whistle in...

Listen to the Whistle in the Trees

Did I tell ya what I heard?

....”what was it that you heard”?

It was a whistle in a tree...

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Pen play

The pen will portrait
The ink will lay
As natural as hay
on a hot summers day
...

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LOVE ---SHE TO SHE --LOVE ...

oh field of fences
sew the traps of escape
in answers slaughter
please rap gently...