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To see a man truly,
Empty his world,
Free it of clutter, and
Hang him up like
A portrait in a
Grand, heavenly hall.
Strip him of h..
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Lost at sea, it’s just me, and
A thousand other me’s I see
In an endless, broken mirror
Glaring in the rays of a blinding sun.
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Lilies don’t last
Nor eyes that adore and
Caress them daily
Half blind, broken,
Plagued by doubt,
We start another canvas
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Spring grass on silent gravesA circle with no beginning, no
endNameless,
faceless multitudesLeaves on
the tree of lifeThey fall,
we grow, we fall,..
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Like a bleary eyed boxerAt the sound of the bell,I pause, and look yearninglyFor my corner in the world.Out in the fields and meadows,I saw the roses,..
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Curse the
lovely hands
That untied these
feet,
Lifted this
head, and
Mended these
broken wings!
To a
hapless, uncaged bird,
The sk..
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I
heard it said that,
except
a man
be
born again,
he
cannot see
the
kingdom of God.
I
became a willful,
petulant
child,
..
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On stooping, bent backs
We all carry our wrapped up,
Zipped up lives with a sigh.
Heads nod in silent greeting,
Curious eyes dart around, ..
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Youthleft no stone unturned,
Nor no bridge unburned,
Looking for truth, beauty, and love.
Feasting on deception and lies,
Our foolish, hun..
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Trembling, staringOut the window, I seeNo Messiah wavingFrom above the clouds.I'm abow at the ready,My impatient arrowsWould fain pierce the sky.Two d..
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