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Do you
remember when
we first meet?
May countless
dogs ***
over my grave
Something to long for
as I burst with never
Rising never
Prudent
Spoof
Burlesque
This is our house
now let’s make
it our home!
Come on,
ye spirits, ghouls
to hold my cold hands.
Got to learn new words
Smack in the middle of today
Got to learn new words
Merely got to simply say
I think we all misheard
Cracked in the middle of me
Have to find my heart
Smiling equates with happy
But I know they're miles apart
your
bruised legs
are angsty,
***
permitted
only in
Elevator No. 3
. . no amount of
poetic justice
could make
it right
A thousand leaves
and one
night stand.
Tricks of the afternoon.
She found the needle,
still lost the way
by throwing it to hay.
for its ultimate
repose . . but
I want you
to be light and easy
as the poem is
'cause regrets
are stronger, and
gratitude no longer
Oh thou who didst with pitfall
with gin beset the road
I was to wander in
.
complete with
a glossary
of rhymes
That pretty in
     itself is enough
to love.
How do you define love?
With keen
desire and a
book of poems
Pages full of dreams
energies wasted
sweet shapes
two hearts
as one
💞
This is for you to
remember
me. .
as I will never forget about you!
one
cannot
always

be *******
special

she
wrote me
a letter
Your life ain't
a Wattpad
cliché
A SIGHT OF GREAT DELIGHT
College distractions along
the course of economics
faculty dept.
That I have been unable
to complete the science of economics
should not be a matter of surprise,
LZ
reading
stones,
sipping mists
A disturbance of
sɯɐǝɹp
within dreams.
There’s not
a lot
we can do.
Eyes of spirits, chiming mist
I dreamt of where we
had our tryst.
Yeah
down in
the graveyard
Passage over India
             Dis-eased with stars . .


Come, ye daughters, share my anguish

   my eyes
          were full
                of dreams . .
A good old day
we've walked together,
hand in hand,
warm together
in biting cold,
frozen forests.
Shimaunu-Sān, my clear star

Reaches across the years to me
as when, alone, I held my own (hand)
Imagining it yours
...
R.H.
Journey to the Sun
needs decimation and burning
fullness of the heart
empty of Soul,
which do not belong to us,
but to the Lord’s Son.
To be given your sight
Hid in a long peaceful night
.
We should write
something epic!
In skies so far removed
by moonlight motions
among fragmented memories

of lost objects and houses

Hiding deep inside
where unreconciled
dreams dwell

among living forms

As if impossible horizons
break up in dreams
as if becoming sunrises

where the movement is all center

Dissonant resonances
remembrances and
all that was left for us

here to find us here

Through the way
of middle truths
I found one perfect

im-perfection

Realm of lost souls
among shadows and sparks
it breaks the ice

our immortal souls

Around here where
truth and lies are one
enactment of our lives

in foreign Countries

as it was
as it is
as it will ever be

Here I stand
naked
before you.
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