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Tulips between Tulips between dreams Of being so sprung.

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May 26, 2021

May 26, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC

Tulips between Tulips between dreams Of being so sprung.

Shades of bitter and brittle Frozen through In deepening shades of blue Where away from the powder you see very little Then at once the melting of frustration Getting ready for the allium invasion The pale minty expanse As blades are sprung In what has begun The rays and the petals slowly dance Then comes the warming of inspiration Getting ready for the allium invasion The lavender and lilac beckons As star stained skies spin To the blossoming world we are in Mornings first rays will reckon Then the joyous of infestations The dandelions are tourists watching the allium invasion The cold flames shall fall Upon once green lands Soon to be choked by winter’s strong hands Then we can fondly recall How we long for the perennial celebration Dreaming of the next allium invasion.

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May 26, 2021

May 26, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC

Allium Invasion’21

Shades of bitter and brittle Frozen through In deepening shades of blue Where away from the powder you see very little Then at once the melting of frustration Getting ready for the allium invasion The pale minty expanse As blades are sprung In what has begun The rays and the petals slowly dance Then comes the warming of inspiration Getting ready for the allium invasion The lavender and lilac beckons As star stained skies spin To the blossoming world we are in Mornings first rays will reckon Then the joyous of infestations The dandelions are tourists watching the allium invasion The cold flames shall fall Upon once green lands Soon to be choked by winter’s strong hands Then we can fondly recall How we long for the perennial celebration Dreaming of the next allium invasion.

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A.L.T.G.I.T.D. 21 Within the darkening of the shade From where there used to be ambient rays All shall in time so fade Losing the path we followed in the days Within the darkening of the heart From where there used to be such peace All others shall in time part Losing the ability to be at ease Within the darkening of the eyes From where we saw the signs All will come to compromise losing the importance of a boundaries lines Within the darkening of my embrace From where I held you tight All the questions on your face Losing myself, as I make things right... Many have seen where I once was Not many dare to tread They give their heart As words soon part They fall out of strange beds Confusing love, with lust Seeking a love that glows in the dark... Few have found what I now treasure Not many have the patience They easily trust How easy they corrupt Putting up a defense Unable to find, such pleasure Seeking a love that glows in the dark

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May 12, 2021

May 12, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC

A Love That Glows In The Dark ( long version ) ‘21

A.L.T.G.I.T.D. 21 Within the darkening of the shade From where there used to be ambient rays All shall in time so fade Losing the path we followed in the days Within the darkening of the heart From where there used to be such peace All others shall in time part Losing the ability to be at ease Within the darkening of the eyes From where we saw the signs All will come to compromise losing the importance of a boundaries lines Within the darkening of my embrace From where I held you tight All the questions on your face Losing myself, as I make things right... Many have seen where I once was Not many dare to tread They give their heart As words soon part They fall out of strange beds Confusing love, with lust Seeking a love that glows in the dark... Few have found what I now treasure Not many have the patience They easily trust How easy they corrupt Putting up a defense Unable to find, such pleasure Seeking a love that glows in the dark

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That psychopath became a saint A martyr for a bloodstained cause He died by firing squad When my hero drew the shortest of straws.

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Jan 26, 2021

Jan 26, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC

Mario ‘21

That psychopath became a saint A martyr for a bloodstained cause He died by firing squad When my hero drew the shortest of straws.

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The real virus These hypocrites reign So unwelcome... Did you wash Your breaking soul With the silence? The real virus Will always excite The hypocrites...

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Jun 6, 2020

Jun 6, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC

Quarantine '20 ( Haiku suite 5-7-5 x3 )

The real virus These hypocrites reign So unwelcome... Did you wash Your breaking soul With the silence? The real virus Will always excite The hypocrites...

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April still reigns In frost bitten dreaming Of the sleeping Summer's fleeting Before the advancing Silence of fall To lay waste Crawling back to the silken Dreaming chambers Blue, and frigid Melting slowly away April shall reign.

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Jan 28, 2020

Jan 28, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC

April Reigns '20 ( Haiku suite )

April still reigns In frost bitten dreaming Of the sleeping Summer's fleeting Before the advancing Silence of fall To lay waste Crawling back to the silken Dreaming chambers Blue, and frigid Melting slowly away April shall reign.

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Somber, solemn, maybe suffering Slightly Seeking answers to how I can tread Lightly Through this darkened time of mourning How you left with little warning ( chorus ) Orchids reaching Towards the weeping skies Back to the Earth Pastel, muted, maybe tonal Flowers Dominate the room in which we spend the Hours Wondering if it will ever be of ease To see you laying there resting in peace ( chorus ) Orchids reaching Towards the weeping skies Back to the Earth

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

The Funeral '20 ( with Haiku chorus )

Somber, solemn, maybe suffering Slightly Seeking answers to how I can tread Lightly Through this darkened time of mourning How you left with little warning ( chorus ) Orchids reaching Towards the weeping skies Back to the Earth Pastel, muted, maybe tonal Flowers Dominate the room in which we spend the Hours Wondering if it will ever be of ease To see you laying there resting in peace ( chorus ) Orchids reaching Towards the weeping skies Back to the Earth

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Here and there Never too removed From sleeping in The arms of angels Or the seducing demons That appear now As I'm dreaming About escaping this Mortal clay slab...

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Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC

Zombie'20 ( Haiku )

Here and there Never too removed From sleeping in The arms of angels Or the seducing demons That appear now As I'm dreaming About escaping this Mortal clay slab...

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Dressed in black Such courage they lack Such a disgrace Cover your face Not worthy of protection Sad, your levels of projection ( chorus ) ANTIFA are the real Fascists! Waving the flag Can be such a drag Especially one of oppression You're desperate for attention To their own standards they can't adhere Wanna see Fascists, hold up your own **** mirror ( chorus ) ANTIFA are the real Fascists!

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC

ANTIFA Are The Real Fascists! '20

Dressed in black Such courage they lack Such a disgrace Cover your face Not worthy of protection Sad, your levels of projection ( chorus ) ANTIFA are the real Fascists! Waving the flag Can be such a drag Especially one of oppression You're desperate for attention To their own standards they can't adhere Wanna see Fascists, hold up your own **** mirror ( chorus ) ANTIFA are the real Fascists!

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All the genocide, stains the star red The psychotic, leading the ignorant and blind Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead Not in the direction promised, they've led Resistance, would put them in a bind All the genocide, stains the star red Towards misery and destruction they've sped Delusions of grandeur in the arrogant mind Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead Those who know better are filled with dread As those who resist disappear in kind All the genocide, stains the star red The atrocities, never once what they said As the insulated cheered them on and whined Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead When the refugees see how the monsters have fled Food and safety will be hard to find All the genocide, stains the star red Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead.

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC

Paradise '20 ( Anti Socialist Villanelle )

All the genocide, stains the star red The psychotic, leading the ignorant and blind Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead Not in the direction promised, they've led Resistance, would put them in a bind All the genocide, stains the star red Towards misery and destruction they've sped Delusions of grandeur in the arrogant mind Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead Those who know better are filled with dread As those who resist disappear in kind All the genocide, stains the star red The atrocities, never once what they said As the insulated cheered them on and whined Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead When the refugees see how the monsters have fled Food and safety will be hard to find All the genocide, stains the star red Paradise ruined, by the stench of the dead.

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