Where I Try, To Grow...
I eat the dirt, it taste like dirt
it is not the dirt, i profess it is.
It is not the sun, it is a smile
it helps me realize, it is not.
I smile my broken smile, one
more crack, my face falls off.
The sink, is full, my mask, falls
washed in my tears, i smile.
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Loss Of Something
loss of something; and it was,
The road is patched at best,
Something gone older still,
No meaning had it to youth.
There the children played no part,
A moment in there hand, departs,
What once a wall and now a name,
Finding something missed for loss.
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To Please Her Best
To please her best,
and pass each test success is each encounter.
When counting fingers, if each toe climbing trees just out of reach the rain makes peaches sweeter.
But by those few whom never came, success
was but a dream she left, the nectar dries and lutes tell days.
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Children Speak To Children Do You
women raging against
men; of
men loving
off men; of
wo/men; loving off
women listening to
wo/men, because
children don't have mind
between/two because
wo/men move
on, because
wo/men haven't learned
how to
listen, to hear
listen, now to your ear
children speak as
children; do!
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Wood The Flower Flails
Wood the flower flails,
So sad is now that vase,
None else to ever know,
That flower has joined the breeze,
Never to harvest new blooms.
Flower failed the wood a well,
A mothers dreary tail again to see,
To mix two hearts of one must she,
There beds now like the rest unmade.
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Heaven Is what I Can Never Teach
Heaven is all that some won't see.
People treated like disease.
Providing naught but broken wings.
Then heaven is not meant for me.
If yellow becomes one color is the sun?
When, butterflies with out wings can fly.
And popes can sing a different song.
Heaven is a dream within our reach.
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Too-it Came Suddenly And Covered You
too-it came suddenly
and covered you; all over.
it is more than a fist full of flame
that warning you touch in the night.
and while you lay dreaming, you
plan it's next heart.
it is more than your face and
it's breath too light it floats over.
it is the one spot that grows ever wider.
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Apology To Dad
The brain is like a battery chemical
have need electrical charge to
breath.
Lithium the essence of cells forgotten
my watch stops.
The bottom of the cage is a lonely
place gazing up to the sky the clouds
rain down plethora on brow.
Beak is fixed just askew
breath fresh.
(humor)
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Ay, You Punished
You! The me, from I then you it took.
It has the all love and the lonely nights,
all the all of terror and the desire, to knock from you. You!
The me and look it has all the constriction and the dreams,
romantic insignificance and the test loves flirtation,
thus sorely was it punished.
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Sleep Talk
Sleep talks more from not understanding it,
and while they come too see our ghost it listens,
most know we exchange passed glances knowingly.
Waiting less for those few eggs that hatched and flew,
What has raven done, with some bright shiney eyes?
And the rest outside the windows nest, sits empty.
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