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Poet

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For everyone
With a passion
For words

Our own life...and others
Create
Themes

A sensory examination

Spilled out

Nothing is wasted

It is our write

You always preferred your coffee black,
Strong and hot and stable,
I would sip my tea across the kitchen table.
Silent moments such as these,
Would make me feel my most at ease.
But now all that's left is tea.

Two miles away was sun
Wicked
Naked, striped down
In a sea of sweat
Raining
The fire from the sky
Waking
The demons of past
Thanking
The girl in the heart
I felt free at last
The seventh paradise
That hell of  ice
Wicked
Kicked in that hell
Sinking
Deed of life
The boat of the time
Living
I am gonna make it
Family
Baking a cake
Thinking
All things for God's sake
I am gonna make it