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nighttime I look I forward to it I dread it the hunger comes the things that go bump come out at night sometimes I do to looking, seeking,..

torrents of emotions bottled up my internal demons always fighting to come out forever cursed to seek and seek and always reaching the wall ..

there are no absolutes no black no white i live in world of gray shades and tints i stand alone there are absolutes shades and tints and gr..

always i find myself back at the water a lake with a shore the overhead rumble of the A train alone again the tranquilty of the the water r..

I am stone cutter the jaded man no longer will i use clay to sculpture and mold too gentle. The final piece does not appreciate the arti..

blood from a thousand cuts/wounds some so insignificant that the memory is lost blood from a thousand memories some so good that it brings ..

tears of blood roll out my eyes i live lies for good or evil of dreams past of dreams to be i live lies not politically correct not arti..

There's a time when I cannot decide whether to paint or write. Tonight my computer took over.

athlete failing sweating night chills pain loss of weight woman left friends jumping ship diagnosis not contagious body hurtin bed ridden..

if a poet answers then what would we make love to each other with pen and paper writing words of love all over our bodies with indelible ink ..