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The Dream of the City
The city wakes, it
breathes dimensions
there is a nothing in
the staleness of perpetuity,
but also a tangible..
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At Last it ComesSweet mist, the night ringing out so clear,
her dancing
step chiming on the sidewalk,
guitar strums emanating from the da..
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Dimensions of the Fingers
Penetrate the devils layers, to find another place
filled with the levels he tries to hide, that belong to you...
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Pain in a Bottle
put it down, deep down,
inside a bottle, and let it drift
let it drift out to sea, let it float free
take the..
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She GrowsA rain, of sparkling gold spills
out with morning.
Leaf-light touch of wetted kisses
pours forth.
Cascading to the pooling waters
th..
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Something I wrote a few years ago after our poetry teacher had our class watch a brief film and write something in response to the images.
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As the choices were made, those times in moments of pleasure,
In affect became regrettable only to the resonating aura
made from
The pain o..
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Will it last, the shimmer of a diamond,will it remain cold, shining forth,in the glow of the world's loss...Can we still continue our forward motionif..
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The living dead walk, speak of the unknown
Here they float, spreading wide their hallowed array
Inside of this magnified view, is life in the most ..
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An inability to discover the intelligence within perfected
ignorance,
To everything that hovers"by chance"upon the alacrity
Of our ambition ac..
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