Your alternate universe is full of plot* holes,
but at least you're the star.

So silent, her despair,
The will to be seen , by whom she called her universe
Shallow and narrow, her soul
                                              and her body
Inked with the memory of thy heaven
But her skies turned grey, each time you looked away.

Hardly can I tell you how music makes me weep
Or how I turn coy at a dancer’s joy
With every beat they keep
Miraculous is motion in the human form
Charade sails cross an ocean or beauty in forlorn
Suddenly, I’m jumping and thumping become my feet
All the guitars strumming on city’s crowded street
Willing my belief that you will find in art
Purging deep psychosis and reckless lives torn part
To me this is magnificent, and truly gifted blessing
For the poet always sees and always keeps you guessing
Hardly art be messing

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A BOOK FOR ME
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IF YOU LOVE BOOKS
THESE BOOKS ARE FOR YOU
IF YOU LOVE BOOKS
WHY NOT BUY TWO


ANY INTEREST YOU HAVE
OR PASSION IS BEST
BUY MY BOOKS AND
PUT THEM TO THE TEST


ONE BOOK TWO BOOKS
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I COMPOSED THESE BOOKS
FOR YOU AND ME


WHAT A COLLECTION
ITS AHEAD OF THE REST
I HAVE MANY TOPICS
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