Afterlife

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Music of the night

Heartfelt loss

Music of the night

The moonlight spills
On the pathway like silvered milk.
In forms pools outside my window....

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Music of the night

Heartfelt loss

The moonlight spills
On the pathway like silvered milk.
In forms pools outside my window....

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SAVE YOU A SEAT IN PARADISE


If I get to paradise before you I'll save you a seat
It's clear to me we're not so good on...

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Dear Angel

It's been awhile since I wrote you,
Hasn't been easy to say the least,
I used to write to you...

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Faith

Faith

Eidolon of faith and promise,
Inked upon a common scribe,
Words that offer heaven and solace...

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Across figurative and...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike...

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ALL THE GOOD things 0

Don't move just wait
the devil joker of procrastinate
Getting blissful revenge threw idleness...

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Expired

Piano keys departing slowly as the flames name the victims one by one, a masterpiece of death heard around...

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Sublimated death wish no...

Sublimated death wish no longer permeates thru mine every cell

When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I...

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Stolen As Angels

In memory of Terrance

In memory of Terrance whom lost his life in ipswich hospital,q opposite me on the 15th of May 2022.
...

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Stolen As Angels

20/05/2021
Stolen As Angels

From this earth,
It’s inevitable.
We all have to...

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Beneath the Earth

Crawling under the dark of soil trying to wiggle its way out
where fossils buried decades have...

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Untitled

Untitled

Untitled

Why do I feel like we’re always saying goodbye
I can’t ask you to stay
...

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This life. A boot camp for...

02/05/2022
This life,
A boot camp for the next

It doesn’t matter how fast we walk or...

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It's never been the...

It’s never been the same....

I can’t walk one step without thinking of you each day.
...

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Harriet Harris, née...

Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister...

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ITS FRIDAY

WHEN THRU THE BIBLE I BEGAN THUMBING,
I CAME TO THIS AWESOME TRUTH IT MAY BE FRIDAY RIGHT NOW...