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Failing at RemembranceI can't say that they know you ~Neanderthal ~ ancient black glassdug up only in needed memory ~You have stated repeatedly in the..
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Scene from an Old MovieWe would always feel farfrom home in the paleand fall ill in the winterof our brief illusions.Words would be our deathand the t..
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Of Flesh and Bone Being the Tools of GodI can know the hammer to be divine,as it's of wood, steel, bone, or otherwise;a gift from God that molds manly..
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Men Dream of Being MenMen dream of being men.I have seen them longingto be the shattered oak;broken in the eye of the tornado,justified in the sight o..
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BurningI am no closerto dousing the firethat twirls in the brainfor its own good,for its own love.I cannot singthe silence to sleep,dive in the dirtto..
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I wash my hands of itI am filled with such guiltwhen I see my own wordsin the passagesfrom some otherhandfifty years ago.As much as I wantto be,I can'..
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Outside of SorrowIt became clear to mewith the rising of the daffodils,that I do not know of true pain,yet.I can look my burdened brotherin his eye, i..
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Breaking the Myth(The Genie is back in my head)Does anyone know what to do?When they see the beauty that surrounds you?As a man, I table all the yearn..
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The Genies Out(Aladdin's In My Head)Aladdin is in my headas a passing faint decayin the corner of my bed,my eyes blurring infraredwhere I miss you eve..
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ComplacencyI have rested too longwith my hands held deepinside the heavy red clay,relishing the ever-presentbreath of God at my backcaressing the tall..
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