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Mirror, Mirror
On the floor.
Who's that who dared to stand before ?
Be he alive or be he dead?
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
My, My what a big nose he had.
As he scrunched up his lips and he puffed up his cheeks.
My, my look at him pout.
As he huffed and he puffed
And he blew the light out.

Mirror, Mirror, dustridden and crack'd
How do you like it, alone in the black?
midnight dream

I awoke from a midnight dream, where love, hope , and faith, was the only thing seen
where people gathered as a people under one god, one world and children sang the praises of god above explaining about peace and love.

where all you saw was their spirits rising high into the sky. showing us all reason and whys.
where the elderly walked hand in hand giving thanks for all they can as some of their memories may slip away , but thankful for each and every day.

where people enjoyed and gave thanks for the fruits of life , such as the birds that fly on high, the sun, the moon up in the sky, and every storm cloud that brings us the rain, refreshing the earth and us the same .
for giving us the animals, plants , and trees and the oceans, rivers , lakes, and streams and the mountains up high, leaving us breathless where all we can do is sigh.
the mild aroma
of roses tickled her nose---
*God bless you.
I learned about assonance a couple weeks ago yet the use of assonance in this was unintentional... or was it?
I wonder when
Time will realize
The injustice we
Continue to commit
To her.
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
ERR
In his baggy sweaters, he looked
Like a dress-up child or hexed shrunk in swimcloth
He scratched a ticket with the
Vending slug he found on the ground
A grand!
But none did he share to Sam
Who drove his ***
And bought it nonetheless!

He had taken to sticking himself
Draining hot spoons, a fiend for G-I-between beans

In the back of a heavy whip, fading and yolk faced
I'm so glad to
Have you around, guys
Nod (always hit hard for such a noodle) and nausea

They carried him newbridewise inside
Cracked his head on the door frame as
They passed his invisible
Father and mightuzz wellbe mumdrunk
Left him on his pillow where he
Spun into Z world, final dream

Sam collapsed when we
Got the call and I could see in his
Raw face and ****** dog-vision hair the loss
He would sacrifice much more
Than that ticket to
Reverse
A friend

Another beauty down in mill town
I am there when you need me
For your weakness I took that ****** stand.
You laugh and I am with you laughing.
This love I can give you.
Its a love and sorrow that could have lasted years

I will be there when you need me
Say a word Ill take another stand.
But in your strength I feel my weakness
You can never take away the fear
The fear and joy in the love of a man.
Coming to me
you asked for my care
I did my best

With me
you asked for my love
i did my best

leaving
you asked for freedom
I'm doing my best...
"If you love something set it free"
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
REAL
I remembered her face
On a winter night
Were my brain buried under snow of thoughts
what will i
what will i
say...
When her eyes glow in the moonlight
When I hear her soft voice wrap around my ears

I’ll turn my hand into a fist and hide it in my pocket
Trying to squeeze the life out of my nerves
Oh, her beauty
Oh, her beauty
How it makes my knees shakes
Oh how it makes my eyes turn
How it makes my words turn into liquid

But each night
My thoughts melt onto my pillow
What will I say
What will I do
I don’t care
I don’t care
All I want is to see her moonlight eyes
Moonlight
Moonlight
To see her beauty
To see your hair running down
Her bright face…

One day
One day
I’ll see her again
Standing in front of me
Melting the snow under her boots

And I’ll be standing there
Nervous as hell
Forcing the bundle of words stuck in my throat
And my frozen breath
Escaping the dark

But then I’ll wrap my arms around her
And hug her tight
Until my frozen body heats up
And I’ll look into her moonlight eyes
Moonlight eyes
And I’ll say
‘’it’s been a while hasn’t it?’
origination of Satanism,
tied Buddhism to hedonism –
to bastardize the -isms.
not fitting, not where i am
supposed to be.
if Napoleon were alive this
moment, think he’d be living
the life i’ve led? prememories
causing us to be learn’d
without having ever experienced.
recurring Josephine.
    (epigenetics)
to be found implant’d upon all
those slivers. beyond physical.
and Hemingway tactics:
   “each line is a waste if
     every line is not its own story.”
reason to state, ease up. relax,
drink up and write. all is implicit.
come back less ****’d up, with
no more quotes, drop hyphens and
speak.
– unintelligent men will
   die for their cause.
   intelligent men will
   live forever for their cause.
reality of once homelessness.
oh, how stark. was waiting
to lose self for a better perspective.
– if you wanna know a man,
   know the world when he was twenty.
was restless for wisdom, was
starved for communion,
and my eyes again will ache.
    (this time it’s just a line)
and a dog ate the last papers –
how terribly frustrating.
        break.     and all conversations
are destined to progress.
– don’t you know you shouldn’t
   do that? it could stain the carpet.
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