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Once an old
buddy of mine, told me of his date divine
with a woman of
an angelic face
This lady had a
body, inspiring thoughts that were..
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Final gag of
hope, as they cinch up the rope, feet twitch in the dock
A fall from
grace, Hickok's ace, outlined with chalk
To sit on your
h..
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Are we not
all homeless on this tellurian journey?
Battling
through this borrowed land
all abodes
nothing more than a rented gurney
a fl..
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In hazes of
soft slumber
I slip into
another dimension,
whose permeable
membrane
I can only
penetrate in dreams,
awakening to ..
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Have we reached
technology's dream
when you can't
tell what's a machine
and what is a
human being?
Using our
laziness it has u..
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The sunrise of
hope dispelling all darkness,
dispersing the
mists of fog
Glistening dew,
prisms of oily color,
morning bird
calls echoi..
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Eight billion
irregular shapes
marked in
different colors and design
No two pieces the
same, every one special
By themselves
nothin..
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As a social
animal we must have a leader
We only
acknowledge as heads those we fear or love
It seems that our
soul is a bleeder
No way t..
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As a child we
were so poor
that I couldn't
afford an imaginary friend
For Christmas my
favorite gift for sure
was a second hand
air ..
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Technology
Mental health
The age of
stone Blame and revenge alone
The age of
copper Possessed exorcism will stop her
The..
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