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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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A Poem Is The Stone (That Breaks The Back) A poem is the stone that breaks the back. It's a true new thought that brings yo..
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We laid flayed at the gates of Metropolis,each other, to each eye, bound in stone,lashed for stepping over the ignoranceof our betters and dulled to p..
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I am in love with the power.I am in love with the force that breaks.I am in love with that hiddenblack boughthat one must duck underto survive another..
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What did you
give me?
Naught?
Plenty?
A willow
thin shadow
dancing in
the sun,
plastered to
concrete?
Oh. It’s not
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The Long Green RoadIf My Granddad had a hog to be culledhe would say, "That ole boy has had his day,his walk's done ended on the long green road."He'd..
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The Brown MareTrembling soft near the water trough,neighing unburdened in the fieldamong the mules, among the newwet wheat that has yet to be bit,erec..
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Before my callous
hands harden,
Before the many
fingers split;
Let the
light leak through
In a blaze,
scour the old skin.
Let it
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