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Poem written on Nov. 2, 2015
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Trial by wile,
I befriend fire;
I try to tame it
By ire;
To no avail,
It grows higher;
I lampoon it.
It grows by denial
and desire;
I fail t..
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I was on a ride
I knew was different
From the start;
Life looked different,
I didn’t play the part.
People walked around
The circumferenc..
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To beget, or begot?
What befits is not in what's fobbed off
The chicken or the egg was first wrought?
Some ripostes don't begin or end
Meriting re..
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People talk of
“the light inside”
Where is it,
I decry?
I swallow
my eye
in search
of my shine.
Was it the one
the dentist l..
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Poem I wrote Oct 8, 2016, mixing various fairy tales
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Men babble on in Babylon
Reapers darken the door
The death of men is back;
The plague's "black," they'll say,
Yet the shade wasn't beige
Yester..
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Maybe
I only hear what I want,
So they're being turned off?
the world, once loud,
Drowned in mouths
And clowns,
Is slowly running
Aground
In ..
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I loved life's metaphors until I met a w***e who loved people, fed the poor, cared more than anyone I had ever loved or adored. She opened a door and ..
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Yes I was born flawed
Blame me, blame genes,
Not the Devil or God
Blame the devil in me
That had it out
For his ego to please;
The insolent litt..
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