spend too much time
quiet in my bed
can’t contemplate
the midnight scares
fouling up my

At fourteen you were
the god I worshipped
You were golden bronze
and black
beautiful as

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The hot mists of the morning
Rise from the lake in the mountains.
Green leaves, ripe

Maybe it's her name...each syllable stopping my heartbeat to reset its cadence each time

Maybe

DID you just once
forget me
The 'I am time;
the everNOW
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Winds pounded the pavement.
He sat in his
harvest gold chair
and warmed himself
with whiskey and

Wings wet, heavy,
flatter, can't fly
in dark, deep abyss
with desire to vanish
no teardrops, no

The trees are ever so cold
When the summer sun dies again
And all that remains is ash

That ache coming from deep in your chest, that pain which steals your each n every breath. Those

No sooner have I settled at a desk, or on a step, to write
I hear some argument in the street or

Push yourself
to better yourself
don’t listen to your reflection
that started a

I am reminded of a lesson consistently
as I find myself asking questions
such as "why did this not

you know those moments
that sometimes body slam us
improbable times
when you least expect such

The train man tells his story
And a nation sheds a tear.
Not one would step into his shoes
And

I love poetry
For it mirrors society
It heals the ills of society

I love poetry
For it a

Things are not the way it should be
Something is cooking
And it smells like conspiracy
Why are

the human race is falling
oh it is falling
too much lies
too much atrocities
too much

They talk
Let them talk
Without it
They do not exist
The dreams
the goals
and fights
they

Upon a hill your death did come,
you hung up on a tree.
Looking down on those you loved,
to

She revives in me
hope and spirit
my nourishment
when young and free
a beacon of love light
in

A thing of beauty
A noble man's duty
Look but do not touch

Is there honor in keeping yourself

It appeared to me that this desk,
had some emotional baggage,
overloading it's prowess,

This is not a poem I do not know how to write maybe if I did I could see the light maybe if I could

We passed through
loves first tender passions
the voyage of exploration
is now our fun
the fire

My book of poems
parks outside
the showroom
fogging the window
with its breath
shining

Sand, water, salt and sky
Blue oceanic laughter
The ice cream van
Bleating seagulls
Clusters of

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tapping on the window
of the genuine people’s club
where brandy misplaces
and a big

Mist is lifting, cold will not leave.
Is it the adorable sun on its way?
It will be sunny today,

Sixteen hundred sylphlike souls
rising from the redness
form a Christmas wraith.

In Washington

When I'm asleep my mind hitches
Thumbs a lift to Montage city
Never gives thanks to the

This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude,
But

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shared story in poem

If roses are red and violets are blue, how do I say “I love you?”

If buttercups are yellow and a

standing on the cold damp stones
paving the terrace of a remote old monastery
high on a

Night time.

The moon appears, faint in the distance.

Darkness has settled,

Heavy like a

Time keeps ticking away
Every second
Every moment
Every hour
Every day
Has to be lived as if it

They tell us where we are,
where we're going,
and they're sorry

If the train is delayed;
we

Where does he hold drills now? His father
holds the first plastic gun he shot
when a boy could

Once Upon A Time...

Powers were unleashed by an Evil Queen,
plotting a course of

Gladiatorial vulnerability caught in the spotlight.
The glistening tear duct,
Visible from the

Oh how I’m changing
Different to before
Descending to Rebellion, the barricading of the

When I write it's like I'm speaking to a diary
or to a future version of me
it's like a commentary

A cauldron of doubts and anxieties,

Simmering away, bubbling.

A growl that gets

I met a guy today who showed me verse;
to be specific, sonnets was the form.
(I figured I could

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I’m dumb to leaves and prairie grass;
a million colors can't be named.
Wind conspires with

You've kept my heart's dynamite aflame.
You know I can never be the same
since your charming kiss