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Believe



All is

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( well we know )

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Beyond the pretense of intensely

Deep felt ignorance

We truly DO dance

With the 1000 gods and goddesses

Who we know

Shall be here with us forever

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Wandering in the rain

Laughing at folly

And the ugly games being played
Life is a ***** but to Malcolm she's an X...
I stomped a head
in an unknown village,
broke some ribs
in a city without a name
& crushed a few hands
in a town that
no longer exists.
I insist,
I'm not certifuable,
ain't no lunatic in bdu's,
I was just doing my job.
I am wet
Not my clothes
But my heart
When I walk through my past
Some sort of mistakes
I cannot redo them
I am learning
From my mistakes
One day I will
Come out of my mistakes
# learning things to redo and fix them
rolling tears of satin pain
left from a night of passion's reign

now in a hell of great disguise
i'm a victim of my own demise
(C) Maxwell 2014
I wish I loved a poet
so I could be immortalized in words
so stories about me could be written in verse
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be an inspiration
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be the writer
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could help them when they realize
that the world of dreams is just that

I wish I loved a poet
so I could teach them of reality
of the beauty and the pain and the mystery

I wish I loved a poet
so I could show them the stars
so I could teach them how to reach them

I wish I loved a poet
so we could watch the night
and wonder

just once
 Jun 2014 C Michael Higgins
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you
 Jun 2014 C Michael Higgins
s
you
I first fell in love
with your smile
then your eyes
then your soul
she doesn't speak anymore
she only moves her eyes about the room following voices
listening

listening

listening to all of humanity become lost within its own realm of despair
becoming engulfed in the loss of hope
all the while feeling the sting from the whips of society upon her skin
simply for not giving in

so she chooses to be still
she chooses not to speak
because no one else will choose to listen
(C) Maxwell 2014
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