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Write truth in your lines, Writing lies only causes More lines to be drawn.

Angels called early, 17 and more with wings, Gone..Guns. Souls fly home.

I live in a land of poets. Far, far away, But as near as I am to myself. A land where hearts and minds grow, Where I am free To be free. A land ..

What do you see, When you look in the mirror? Lie or truth, Hubris or humility, Gratitude or jealousy, Grace or malevolence, Love or cruelty, C..

He shut the blinds, And drew the heavy, dense curtains Against morning’s first light. He did not want to see it. He did not want to hear the..

Florida vigil. Prayers for all.

My heart is extinguished By the deeds, They bleed. Teardrops wash killing fields, Once again, No end. No more of this madness, Lives taken, Sh..

Where’s Salvation Street? Is it on the left or right? Is it where they meet? Where’s Forgiveness Street? Is it the high or low path?..

My bum’s too big, And so’s my hair, I wish I didn’t have to care. My face, a wreck, My clothes, too tight, I am a veritable f..

Free verse, free verse Can be quite terse, Or running wild, Become a curse. And rhyme, and rhyme, Though so sublime, It’s many rules Ta..