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When I can wrap my taste buds around words,Maybe, words like these,I am humbled in the presence of what MUST bePoetry.Look away, If you want,As poetry..
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The Ice Mountain,As if it were the face of God,Stared me down.Eyes so heavy that I was brought to a kneel.Still...I rose with a phoenix on my shoulder..
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It was already swimming in my unconscious,
Stirring in my saliva.
Searching for a route to my finger tips to…
Irrigate life in my pen.
Wo..
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I am dancing six-foot-six.
I am shouting lullabies and then…
I am waking up to death from that dream.
I was sleeping.
I was cliff-hanging..
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Inadequacy…
If you think you can plea indifferently to God,
You must be Lucifer.
You must be within the range of divine nine to five.
Plea ..
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(Wish I had been seeing with these eyes all my life)
Clarity; the synonym of my vision, short of a hyperbole,
Stole me quietly and hid me in the thi..
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Gliding his hands over the n*****s of the mountains peaks,
The sun peeped over smiling.
Ending his game of hide and seek.
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Roses when picked should dangle from a noose.
Roses should be left in the ground.
Roses should not be grasped; for a hand not to be pricked.
Let ..
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If my words were the stylus to write this existence,
It would be forever that flowers and girls would bloom
To make God sigh.
In the blink of ete..
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They swell and stretch the lining of our stomach,
Swelling in a way that is unknown to the soul.
Paralyzing the peace in your head.
Begging to be..
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