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AWAKENINGSleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,morning’s vacuum broke the spellPitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,“from yo..
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A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s stumbled in the gutter;with broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter.The passers-by, ..
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12 BARS
Twelve brazen bars, one
frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb i..
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A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,He bleeds and dies, his ..
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A twinkle in her eyes tonightevokes the thought that they invite,though I recall, not long agomy absence seemed more apropos.The laughs that linger on..
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Some boys with cheek play hide and seek within a house condemnedtheir faces gaunt reflecting want that’s hard to comprehend.With veiled excuse a..
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Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control;Crows, the crows flee men of straw,..
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Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricocheta painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her wayto tantalise with half-clad t..
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I’ll always remember the
moment we met...
(Haunting woodlands
in springtime, your slim silhouette)
the glint in your eyes
sparked a tem..
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You shelter me through tempest storms �" indeed, you are my friend.You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;I’m free ..
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