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“Shutting down now,” Go to sleep. “Forget you saw,” Don’t repeat. “Ignore and turn away,” You didn’t see. Flaws and failures, There still a mystery. “Just shine and shine,” Cover up so much. Truth is blind so don’t even touch. “I don’t ask this lightly I expect you to comply if at first you don’t [...]

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It comes sometimes, inspiration, in fits and spurts, short starts and abrupt ends. Other times it flows like a raging river and must be dammed or run out of control. My muse is bipolar; and just like that the faucet is turned and the flow of words stop. Let me catch these last few drops [...]

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It ended Not in flames or fury In silent agony. What was to have been Was And then ended. You thought too much And said less. You thought you said You never said. And so because What was was And then ended

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As he sleeps he whimpers. Small, startled mews. One wonders, What is the dream? Is it a dream? Or is it much more simple? Is it the small insecurities that plague him Day after day And, when he rests, Night after night?

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Cold rage washes over me Clenched jaw Fists white knuckle tight Voice calm Eyes dead, hateful I have one purpose now To destroy Rip asunder Thrash Maim Kill I have a target for this hate. I have a reason for this hate. I have a name for this Hate.

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Complex Emotion Swirling and Gliding Giddy. It’s Slippery and Rushing It Pulls From my Grasp From my Dictionary Entry. It Pulls me with It Carries me and Drowns me I am being given a swirly be a force that laughs as long and as loud as it cries. This is me inside of me; the raw rendering of [...]

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Poetry in motion; Left foot first, then right. Jaws drop and pants Become uncomfortable And embarrassing. The sway of her hips The play Of fabric on skin, The soft swish of her dress Bunching and un-bunching, Hinting And teasing. In my mind she’s slowly revealing All her most sensitive parts. In my mind we’re just [...]

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Every monday it rains here And on tuesdays it’s quiet. Sundays are a sigh, The calm before monday. Fridays and saturdays are a flood And the rest of the week is forgotten. By the end of the month you wonder, What will tomorrow bring? By the end of the month you hope Tomorrow brings a [...]

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Fever-bright these eyes of mine Missed step Missed lie No connection, at least I tried. Crooked smile Watching her leave Turn to see me looking back at me. Splotchy red and fever bright Another drink No thought tonight.

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another hot and sticky day. I wish I was born with wings, I could fly. Into another sphere I would rise. There to make love with the skies of another sky. Big sigh, Big breath. But it’s useless, I’m not a blimp; I can’t float. I sink. Beneath the weight of another hot and sticky [...]

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