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She rubbed against me as soon as I locked the cabin door with her long red fingernails, she held my hands behind my back, her kiss was lik..

I often feel like Ichabod Crane born in the wrong country looking for some other way, to solve the mysteries of life listening in quiteness and co..

When you are old and full of sleep people think you're an old fart take down your book of poems read to them from your heart And if family and f..

I took a walk through a field on a misty irish night in thick bush, past the old pond I saw an enchanting sight A flock of Nymphs were playing..

A rope around my neck strong ropes and chains held me, hatred without common sense too all for their "pure society" My accusers ..

a dead girl gets a chance to speak to all of us

Ambrosia for my soul grain fields waving to me, mountains in the blue distance twinkling of hidden brooks I see Calmness of golden kissed ..

True Love is a dangerous thing. It can thaw the coldest heart, spark a revolution that can destroy a tyrant Whisper hope to tired sou..

I'm writing a symphony of words dark ink playing on a canvass of white. Each note, each word is from my heart and soul. Each t..

In my bed A deep sleep taking a rose I rise up Through the ceiling Past the roof Over my yard Down the street To the place Where Love dwell..