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A Poem by Dean
I've seen him only once and then but feet awayoutside the streetcar window;whether he saw me,or fled my sight deliberatelyI cannot say, howeverI still..
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A Poem by Dean
The train was gone, and then inside, I sawthe old one standing, looking back at meand out of pity I returned his gaze--there was an urgency that held ..
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A Poem by Dean
Here is the yeast of thought that like the dough,though it become suppressed, is rising stillwithin two souls whose vision is just one,then beaten onc..
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A Poem by Dean
The bishopsent him on his waywith one more blessingthat he maybe filled with fullnessby a deityhe could not see;poor fumbling soul,lost in the darkand..
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A Poem by Dean
I think of her so often, wonderingif she is real. I see myselftranscending time, creatingas a god might choose, from someuntouchable ideal, somewhere,..
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A Poem by Dean
Just who dreamed upthese chubby little charmerswith no clothes on?Their wings seem so inadequatefor flying. Certainlytheir full-grown angels must desp..
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A Poem by Dean
There are some guidelinesset by those who read and think,those travelers through historywho watch the thoughts congeal--the flash of Eros, Agape and l..
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A Poem by Dean
With every newfound expertisethis infant 21st century,with every new discovery, a side effect--another imminent way to die.And all of us now share the..
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A Poem by Dean
I do tremble, though,fearing not my choice, but those who do not choose to stand on solid ground; they know that on the sands of fear, the breeze of c..
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A Poem by Dean
Pounding arteries and desperation feeds the moment.It is time's deception--the creationof a game across the void; the ethic steps asideand there the c..
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