lust & hate |
Lust and hate Truly lust is a sinYetLust could evolve into loveAndLove, even abstruse love, may transform into hateAgain sinOne shall sin to love or be lovedThusOne shall only hate sWhen not loved o... Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 20:21:00 GMT |
Sensual |
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Sensual
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Inhaling her nature is how I breathe
Oxygen from her plants gives me air
Words are soft and gentle to the soul
Goose bumps arise fiercely and out of control
Eac... Posted by on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
This is why |
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This is why
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Lunch time on an urban block
Asphalt hot
Summer schools and camps
For many&&.NOT
On porches family and friends laugh
Drinking liquids in brown bags
Infants ... Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
This is why |
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This is why
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Lunch time on an urban block
Asphalt hot
Summer schools and camps
For many&&.NOT
On porches family and friends laugh
Drinking liquids in brown bags
Infants ... Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
Red LighT Green Light |
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Red light Green light
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Call it time in which we stop and go
Rivers freeze then the suns energy lets them flow
Transportations shifts gears and accelerates
Then comes to... Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
Writers block |
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Writers block
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Thoughts many
Silently
Painting vivid
Pictures with words
Triennials blooming
Colorfully and abundant
Locomotive
Traveling through time
Limited
Redundant
W... Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 09:33:00 GMT |
Speaking to your lust |
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Speaking to your lust
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Without words
Making
The sun shine
The moon Glow
The rain Pour
Just enough
To make a rainbow
A vivid
Colorful
Picture
Of
Our
Long
Lip Attachment
Air Abu... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 04:33:00 GMT |
We forget |
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We forget
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How easy it is
Not to remember
How precious
They were
When we
Held them close
And feed them
Changed them
And kiss them EVERY night
All they did was cry and smile
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Response to a writers brunch |
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Response to a writer's brunch
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These words are like
Noise to the deaf
And
Your last breath
Has you in peace
Now
I can't rest
I miss you all the time
Yet
I can... Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:22:00 GMT |
Brown grass and dead flowers |
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Brown grass and dead flowers
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Terrain, open desert with no Nile
Sun blazing tanning the earth
Mammals falter, leaving reptiles
Many moons, no rain, a crude curse
Days long dr... Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 20:29:00 GMT |