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MY INSIDE-OUT HEAD WORE HOLES

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

inside-outtime wore holesyou will see into my sails open rivers, oh,in so many words over colourshere come the clouds approachingthrough many sides un..

PEGASUS IN MY PEACE ACROSSING

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

you are a metaphori am too apparently soyou are a star epic that i can look atit maybe illingtherapeutic i knowon each page darkyou are sparkling wate..

BUILDING SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT ILLUMS

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

and silent screams on the day illums running deepwith no sound from meto the deafened earssoundly the rainpounces down loudon lonesome without tearsun..

YOU GOT MY HEART RISING, RISING, RISING

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

for something wonderful in the airfor something new in the airfor something to get acrossjust for you and/or me tooyou got my heart rising, rising, ri..

RIDING THE TIGER~TIGER TAIL~WIND FLYING ME

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

LETS CELEBRATELETS CREATELETS CONNECTOPEN-AIR AND EMPTY AIRFEELS LIKE ONEALL IN RETURNMIND POETRY HAPPINESS SLOWHEART TO YEARNI AM FLOATINGI AM LIVING..

THE FLOWER COMPOSED IN THE DARK

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

ohmy flower you are not looking so welloh come softly softlytread with me in the morning light and are you in such griefthat aches oh come softly soft..

Looking So Bright And Energetic As A Glass Button

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

connections to the spirits in it, won't ever cease to amaze and do you like it tooconnections to the spirits in it, won't ever cease to daze and do yo..

BROKEN WAGONWAYS AGAINST HUNGER THE GYPSY CANS DEN..

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

i can't think 'bout you nowi try to imagine how you are there.. something next all newlooki wonder, i still do so hey now now if only i couldhow how ..

WATER WEEPING BLESSINGS SWEET

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

the humming bird wild at works he does holding flowsexcessive to do draw across the breeze those lineswithin to be the first fruit cultured by the nec..

FOOTPRINTS IN THE MUD

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

it's a mad process a messthe picture, the window shadeunrolling in my mind downwas taken upat nightfall oh, it's alright nowthis way the end moonlight..