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There is a little circle that I keep around me and those that I love who alsolove me. And the circle is small because it's hard to love me, and ..

my country tis of me for "thee" has gone astray schoolyard bully berating, belittling demanding, destroying like Kong run amok in Manh..

tired of all the lies tired of all the noise tired of all the violence tired of men and their toys tired of disrespectful kids and the parents wh..

you turn to leave after having just finished the one where the bough breaks and the cradle falls and down comes baby (presumably me) and your ..

can't run away from myself today can't hide behind some shield of lies can't run a line of jive by you just a wall of denial you'll see through..

as i walked along the beach thinking myself alone i looked up from the book my nose was buried in to find myself surrounded by poetry a gull ho..

the stars all sleep above a blanket of clouds which shed their gentle rain embraced byearth below sit silent in my room wildly writing by can..

they’d get off the bus at the same stop i’d seen them walk home separately a dozen times before each day they’d walk a little ..