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Late Spring, Early Summer

Late Spring, Early Summer

Forged by soft sunlight
your hair of flowing
grasses and wild rose,
weaves dreams in...

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Show up for me

Love on myself

I have been fixated on things that have no value
I have been so critical
Overly sharp
...

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I AM HAPPY IN MY SAD WAY

I AM HAPPY IN MY SAD WAY

I am happy in
my sad
way.
wandering off the grid
of a grin
with a pith...

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PEN FINCH

PEN FINCH


Carving his totem out of a bar of soap was effortless. Like killing Time.
His buck knife...

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Land of the dead

So far so down

Land of the dead

i got lost in the land of the dead
skeletons shaking bones round my head
and sweet blue skies...

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CODA

CODA


all the melodies are gone, and seldom does it ring
should a bell kiss a hammering at dawn...

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A LITTLE KINDNESS

A LITTLE KINDNESS

A LITTLE KINDNESS
GOES BEYOND THE TOUCH OF A HAND,
OUTSHINES THE BEAUTY OF A SMILE,
...

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The Tree Of Life

The Tree Of Life

Take illusions like it's a fee, were all born to grow like a tree, so believe, take in your oxygen, and...

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Corruption

Corruption

Whether your a he, or she, you never know the evil, they may free, there is so much corruption, that you've...

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Reaper, wrapped in gold.

Reaper, wrapped in gold.

Treat Death like an old friend,
for he is not the villain.
Just like you, he was condemned,...

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SHARP WATER

SHARP WATER


Hell is a perfect sphere.

another water
where
the drowning
is good...

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Once you become the Shards

Retell on "Shards, Broken by Touch" by my old account...

Once you become the Shards

Masking Myself
hiding the frustration,
Pain an Anger
Blood Rising
Fists...

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WE MUST LOOK TO JESUS

CONCERNING MY LORD THERE ARE SOME WORDS THAT I'D LIKE TO SAY,
HE IS THE POTTER I AM THE CLAY....

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REBUS

REBUS

the ghost is a courier hermit
thumbing through my things
feasting on the slow amber
...

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THE LAST MANSION

THE LAST MANSION

In the last mansion there is love like tomorrow made of wings
and i serenade the impossible with a...

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Empirical

Empirical

When I don’t stop.
I keep going.
Like a mirth in a bin
Or a shock in
the arm...