Age

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HATE RESULT

HATE RESULT

Do they use the products they sell?

What happens when you let your Soul go?

Messages of...

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PROFESSOR, HE DOESN'T...

PROFESSOR, HE DOESN'T WANT THIS

Dear Professor...

Maybe, cut him some slack...

He's getting older and maybe, he just doesn'...

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Whispers of Birthday Candle...

Whispers of Birthday Candle Smoke

Candles glowing on a birthday cake

Waxen soldiers, short and bright

...

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Reflection

Reflection

The aged man observes the child,
Whose gaze he meets not far from him.
A cherub's smile...

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Life Moves On Undisturbed

Life Moves On Undisturbed

How comfort smothers and subdues us,
It’s fingers grasp tightly over our mouth,
And its arm...

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SPECIAL 40

SPECIAL 40

Maybe, people won't recognize you anymore?

You might get a lot of questions?

Protect your...

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Seal fin de siècle with...

Seal fin de siècle with unheard celebration

though two thousand nine hundred
will be here in seventy five years,
a mere blink of the eye...

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Pointless

Pointless

The mirror shows a stranger,
bloated,
a landscape of sagging skin.
My legs,
...

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Upon the precipice of an abyss

Upon the precipice of an abyss

I stand able, eager, & ready to jump
impossible mission to swallow lump
muscles primed...

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We May Dream

We May Dream

We grow old and we may dream-- if we may
of the pages well-written, no matter the little stains,...

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What is the Point

To whom it may Concern

What is the Point

What is the point of being,
When the world sees creatures, and humans are only seen.

What is...

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EFFERVESCENT

Happy New Year Cosmo!

EFFERVESCENT

Lively are the bubbles
bubbling up and down
like the girl I once was,
effervescent in...

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Bully me you, I exemplified...

who suffered cuts by a thousand knives.

Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat...

Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability...

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Still Art For Art’s Sake

There are bits of me that
clearly
don’t work anymore and
are therefore,
more...

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Blemished

Dear lord, how you’ve aged and so
disproportionately ..
Like old rope, empty oyster shells...