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Unmet StragersPassing moments between unmet strangers are like shadows in the dark. One cannot see them but they are still there. A knowing glance passed between them is all that is shared, / but the cobblestones glean more.
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May 23, 2010
TangibleSomething to hold and feel, something real. Something for my soul. Everything that’s tangible, eventually goes. Untried, untested, mishaps are my fears. A waking soul, is it here?
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May 23, 2010
Simple PleasuresHow sweet it is / To taste the air / Of a summer breeze.
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May 23, 2010
Not yetUpon a sea of / Longing and loneliness, / I spied a vessel
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May 23, 2010
MomCaring, Loving, Understanding / Needing something, very demanding / Just to be loved in return
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May 23, 2010
Different OutlookIn the aftermath of / A spring rain / The world seems so
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May 23, 2010
Blood hateThis is me you little **** you / Think I am not your enemy / But I breathe hate and destroy
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May 23, 2010
A little painCynical smile / Cold stone heart / Cracked inner core
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May 23, 2010
Sell me your God-thingSell me your god-thing / That I might contemplate / It’s face
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May 23, 2010
Intrinsic BlackInterspersed upon the leaves the drops dissipate calling for hate, lust and vileness. Blood, the life of the universe. Falling blue and red and erroneous shades of black. Use some pills, drills, and saws – rip and tear and find the truth hidden inside the beast. What is contained besides the bile, filth and caustic, abrasive greed?
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May 22, 2010
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