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The poem I ever wrote, unedited.
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A lot of un-thought out words that I am quite fond of
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When I was four I became a bird,
I would soar and soar without being heard.
When I was ten I became the earth
Giving birth to birds that Mother wou..
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I am neither a poet nor a genius. I cannot sing, play guitar or become a professional drummer. I have tried all of these and have yet to discover my ..
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I awoke in the midst of fog
Maybe mist more than midst,
You'll know what I mean
When you walk on the sun and
There's still dew caked on your face...
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Here there is no media
Where I rest my head there is no light
No one to say, "F**k you!" or
"You will lose, without a doubt."
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Stepping stones
Are a ladder
In the way that
Each foot only steps
On one.
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Soft as the sand in the Sahara, she is
As dry as bone from one's who have been lost, she is not.
As rare as water, her heart may be found,
To swall..
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If there was more for me to say
It'd be said with a golden tongue
Out there, out there
I've been out there
Where the golden rule is won.
I come..
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"And why did you come here?" She.
"Knowledge." He.
"And what kind?" She.
"The kind I don't know." He.
&quo..
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