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 Daily chores turn into boors, and work becomes routine, You sweat your life from out your pores...mixed with nicotine. You watch TV, you dri... [read more] |
 in a stately cog a honcho making earmarks fine stance weighing scruples of two disparate thoughts-- to pull the trigger or indulge in pro... [read more] |
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in my cross-eyed disgruntled sphere I see two contrasting hooplas crickets soaring at the back of ambiguities and ants lining in the crossro... [read more] |
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I’ve seen in you what others couldn’t a wealthy soul streaming like falls written 3/4/2003 [read more] |
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things that hide behind your eyes herd me to tread on splintered glasses like a novice I take every hint from every stare your eyes could g... [read more] |
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Breeze has turned apparent; the glint of the sun couldn’t capture the flounces of my shadow anymore. The wind continues to blow, twigs sw... [read more] |
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chimpanzees can leap can mimic but can’t think can they? written 3/1/2003 [read more] |
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Stop the damn guns and let the earth lie calm, though scorched black from bombs and hot, fiery napalm! It seems the hand of God should... [read more] |
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I lay there, weak, with gasping breath, not knowing what came after death. My frightened pleas for one more chance were heard, perhaps, by c... [read more] |
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What do you mean by this sign? Is it for naught that these things happen? Or, is it a programmed life we lead, with each little I... [read more] |
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I hold no grudge nor bear no ill against life's knocks and batters, It's just life's way of mending souls and balance that which matters. E... [read more] |
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Oh, how this soul awaits it's earth demise. So weary... yea, so anxious to transcend this flesh encumbering shell in which it's penned, ...a... [read more] |
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Wind whipped the gates and bent the trees much worse than just a gentle breeze, as Hell ca... [read more] |
 قد تكون النهايه وتقوقعي على نفس لبض الوقت فلم يعد للحديث بقيه ولم يعد في التأني غصون من رويه ولم يعد بين الركوب مطيه فجميع الابوب تنبأ... [read more] |
 fallen swallow chirps, clutches, peeping at me and the sky [read more] |