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We come to it slowly,
You and I.
Softly, fearfully.
This uncharted territory…
Old desires waging war
With new contexts.
Y..
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The Poet.
Me.
No need to dwell on it…
Inwardly pessimistic until the
Pen lends an outstretched hand.
Interpret that.
I be..
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A
note for those who care.
A note for those who understand.
A note for those I've lost along this journey,
And for those who are still there.
F..
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There
is something happening.
The air is changing.
Small signs present themselves and for the first
time, I notice them.
My dreams have bee..
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Maybe it's the way her eyes
hold mine.
Or maybe it's her
smile.
Or maybe's it has something
do with her personality and how it reflects my ow..
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In case you haven't
noticed,
I've been a little out of
focus
These last few months have
changed me
In ways that I did not
expect.
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In a dark cold alley
Where the moist bricks taste
of dim
Hatred, there lives an old
notion of
Peace and sincerity huddled
low
By a crat..
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It is a Thursday
and the bright moon
in the sky reminds me of
those cold November nights of
Childhood
The bay breeze held us both
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Death is like a best friend
Always there to save you from
boredom.
As you lie alone at night,
He comes to visit all your
thoughts.
You w..
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A traveler, alone, dressed in
black,
Filled with hope,
Enthusiasm, dark and
frightful.
Traveler holds out his hand,
Hot as an ice pick,
..
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