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Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
I went to bed last night
With a little square of chocolate,
And woke up with
chocolate sheets --
***! What a noob!
I dropped the bomb today;

When I fell for the ruse,
when I cheered for the demise
of my enemy.

I dropped the bomb today;

When I swallowed the
horse pill that made me feel so
powerful,

when I believed the world
could be made right
with a little push and shove.

How that bomb blew;

and I saw all the pieces
of my humanity hover
over me like a pale and dying
rainbow.

and the brutality of
apes
disguised as men
read me their broken
song.

and I knew the chorus.

and the bombs they fall,
and
the candy rots,

the pageantry of
fiery tears and
ravaged dreams,

like a ******* upending
the sky,

this poor little bomb
I gave so much
attention to,
was my
poor little
hope
that
destruction was only
a momentary lapse,
and
not a
feature of
my
being.
on human proclivity towards war
Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.

Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.

Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-

Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.

O History-
Goodbye

Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace

Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day
~
Refraction
Love passes through
And changes
Direction
Let it hold sway
The heart leans toward catastrophe
In the blue headlights
Of parenthood
Mom and dad
Suspended from a pivot
Their offspring
Asleep on a sunbeam

~
One can only give
what one has

Be it love
or
Be it hate.
Sun
Does not the sun
that softens the wax
turn on the clay
to make it hard ?
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