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I've tried to break free of America
Have I succeeded at all?
Misty River Eden
Royal Albert Hall

In Dublin the Book of Kells
Charming Malahide
Come out ye black and tans!
George W. Lied

Taipei 101
Street vendor wonton soup
The Greek Freak on the break
Throw him the Alley Oop!

My Brother Sam is Dead
Goodbye Millard Fillmore
Where Angels Fear to Tread
She cried more more more!

      Inner Harbor, Baltimore
i give her way more love than she wants from me, so, i wonder where she puts all the love garbage
I feel an eruption building, inside me.
the overwhelming pressure explodes,
shooting streams of emotion through me
touching places I never knew existed.
Walking past your bedroom, I hear faint whispers of deep breathing. The sounds grew louder, as I approached the room. I put my ear to the door and heard panting. Accidently, it starts to push further open, revealing her, across the room lying on the bed naked, with both of your hands between your legs, playing…
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SAD
Sparkling, silvery, shades of grey.
Skin, shivering, brain of dismay.

Trees, trancing, bare naked sky.
Patiently, pondering, preparing to fly.

Wind, whistling, a dancing swoon.
Sounds, serenading a sparkling moon.  

Secret , system of the seasons.
The rhythm of winter needs no reasons.

Seasonal affective disorder,
Justify this infective inorder.
Sometimes, in the dead of night
before I've had the chance to write
they disappear into the light
of the moon outside my window
I leave the house, sit on the lawn
Wait until the crack of dawn
Still no trace of where they’ve gone
Where do forgotten words go?
the
tiny flame
that stayed
inside
me
for you
is burning me
alive
If you don’t
Paint your dreams with wishful thinking
Nurture your mind with knowledge
Evolve your thinking with creative ideas
Brush your deeds with humanity

You will be forgotten like
A fallen yellow leaf
A lonely house yearning for inhabitants
A naked tree with no fire, no song
A cemetery with no soul, no melody

Hussein Dekmak
The architecture in DC is interesting
Politics, influence, beauty, money
City at Night! City at Night!

Worth the drive
Worth the cost
Gratefully my son

Michael Gerson is thankfully dead
George W. Aging
Andrew Greeley was right

53 and she still wears boots
Maybe a sportswriter turn the paging
The Valley of the Gun

                       Protection!
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