Death

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When is Enough Enough?

One nation under God

When is Enough Enough?

I am not political by any definition
I abhor politics and politicians
However,
I have...

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The pain

Sick of being sick and tired . Always in shit , just the depth that varies . Always in pain just how much...

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Chaos

Chaos

I am the human form of chaos,
My other emotions dampened.
I am to be feared.
I'm like...

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~ MY TIME TO DIE ~

{beyond the pain}

~ MY TIME TO DIE ~

I wish to sleep, a long, dark, sleep
Where there has never been
Such a silence or epic...

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John Wayne Brown - Part IV

Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019.

John Wayne Brown - Part IV

Even though you did me wrong, I've written a few poems about you.
You came in my house and stole...

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Wish upon a dark star

BURIED

Never still
this lake rippling in my mind
seeking release
seeking freshness
...

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CLUTCHING FLOWERS

Sorry
I could not be there
Or here
Or present
With you
To blow kisses...

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imagine beaches

Imagine beaches,
each grain of sand a soul,
restless in the wind deserted,
not moving...

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Maniac

Maniac

I’m a maniac,
I tore you limb from limb,
Watched the blood pour out of the body,
Bitch...

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last goodbye

last goodbye

If I could wake up and die,
I would surely try,
preserve me in pickle until I cry.
...

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A Family Who Won't...

A man has cancer and has been given only six months to live.
Years ago, he did a man wrong and the...

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Will You Come Sing This...

Will You Come Sing This Song With Me?

Will you come sing this song with me the happy song of death?
We’ll sing it till the morning shine...

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dark souls...

dark souls...

dwelling within the shadow palace; crumbling and mumbling
after death, we the dead came here to...

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LOST AS ANGELS LAND

666

Tripping, tangled tormented tricksters
imagination ,desperation
falling as autumns precious...

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Greatest Dream

I can never forget

The warm, euphoric and marvellous memory
The face with tiny, big lovely...

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Mr G. Reaper

Mr G. Reaper

What is death?
Who is that figure?
That hooded devil,
Of a killer.
Why does he...

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Harriet Harris circa...

(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005

Test teasing prophylactics embarrassing
purchase never made at local drugstore
unsurprisingly...