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when the stars fade

my soul marries the moon

a fond gypsy is she

you see

for me its depth and the true feeling

that conclude

a genuine awareness

that should be treasured

a cash out of spiritual change

deep are the words of the soul

verses the vastness of the human mind

coupled with

the yet mined creativity of the heart

all which rise to play valid roles

my soul breaths the haunting verses

of love's unbruisable spirit

gloriously grave gouges

made on the heart

by the failure left in the unbalance

steady goes my curious winsome fervor

the very essence of the words

themselves in turmoil

best becomes my fractured heart's armor

a talisman offered for display to the

all too typically indifferent world

this pen

a machete of muse

unsheathed

sharp and clean

quite eager

to bring even fresher

boundless beauty

to the table of life

will one more page really matter

perhaps not

but

then again

when all thought

fulfills its promise

perhaps yes

the cut above

then

could likely surpass even the very best!

(May 14th, 2000 855pm)

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