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Could you tell by the flames that burn your way I don’t wish you well I spite the ground that holds you down You’re so heavy Yo..

Bombs are falling like spit from their lips And though I lay amidst the rubble Still I breath With every gasp I defy them Fists clenched tight..

lighthearted fun -an ode to the little things that make life sweet

Someone special i used to work with..

inspired by Rock and Roll Cowboy's "Speak of the Devil" ...go read it! oh and since your here.. read mine too!

Oh Mother! I am but aletterin a crowd of letters that huddle in line to form your poetry Just apixel in your painting if I were to turn w..

It started as a letter And grew To a million letters flowing in emptiness Their purpose- only to exist A finger reaches to scratch that itch..

for color purple contest

The sun cracks it's lid and abrilliant eye opens the shape of day with a blanket of light and I stir awake with a smile to match the magic of t..

to dream... such a sweet escape...