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I have a friend who is an alchemist

His name in grace was Alatar Clovis

Peddled potent potions and elixirs

For thieves, knights and peasants

Mortals who wish for reigns eternal

But alas Clovis himself knew that

His life and legacy will never last

For a curse was made, death was cast

From a witch who was once his lover;

'At last my love don't cower,

At last we'll be together.'
2023
A poet's life is that of tragedy

Once born, its fate is sealed.

But what is fate to a baloney?

To a chronic liar; a phony?

But all it tells is constant truth

No wonder Eve bit the fruit.
2023
Your honeyed gaze

Melted diamonds

My mind's encased

Heart's in ribbons.


Your puckered lips

Like Emperor Tulips

As gentle and fine

As aged wine.


With every stroke

Of colors in yolk

Beauty beyond words

Is forever yours.
Long live the men

battered and opressed

Long live the King

old, frail and dying.


Hail to the Queen

talked to by the keen

Bless all the women

whose knees both bent.


By my Royal decree

Of chaos and glee

Let all ye be free

From this broken dream.
If I were to be dropped

   directly from above,


I'd talk to God first

   and pray to you last.


You're my hunger, my thirst

    my punishment recast.
I used you
To fix me
To nourish me
To water me.

Years passed,
Now I blossom
And you rust
Was it right?

That you gave me
Your trust?
It's not too late
to make amends
But it's now too early
For us to be friends.
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