No guarantees, a with oblivion
Or…

There is nothing for me here…I submit

Flash of light, catabolic burst
I become what I always was

Invisible, infinite particles
now taken by the solar wind

And…

I am omnipresent, omniscient
I am forever


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the flesh of shadows waltzes on the roof
a squeaky door stops wailing in the wind
imaginary fairies land onto your skin

my fingers knead desires in a dough
a button drops into a bewitched well


I bite my lips
I laugh
possibilities
range of poetry

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My heart is but an old my awareness its needle that's stuck in the groove of singing thy praises, I'm a broken record lost in thy beauty supreme.
And my heart grows not weary when I repeat the same words, for you're my only reality, my cherished dream.

RS

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Pen in hand
& heart laid low
what verse now
would he write?

What ideals
would deal & seal
a future
worth the fight?

As ink now seeped
in sleeps that weep
of hearts turned dark
he wrote

To light the night
a held tight
that only
spoke of hope

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Rain fell
Stretching long into vertical rods that
Pitched and lurched
Sliding down the of bristling grass
Crumpling and pooling
To be swallowed up in the green’s sludgy throat

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are my eyes
with hopeless longing
My heart is fogging
Dark drapes of lonely sighs
All i have is a collection
of silent pictures
Bleeding ink scriptures
A love from afar reflection
Queen of condemned love
You cry for another
My soul you smother
an orphan dove

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Franco had suffered a tumultuous week. He’d been forced into the role of getaway driver, been dealt a devastating cancer diagnosis & fallen victim to a sneaky credit card fraud. A lesser man may have crumbled but he possessed an spirit & will to defy the odds

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He was in love. It burned him inside and turned his heart to gold. Let me ask you, is that any state to make decisions in? To defend your country? To act with integrity? He had to die.


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flavors n flavors
enchantment
wares

but my only
flavor is U

melody of your breath
my hearbeat

your oceanic eyes
light
of soul

Oh if I cld
I wld but I'm covetous
only for you

what can I
want after wanting U

who is nowhere
everywhere is filled with you

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We end at our beginning
star-soaked branches
tear-watered thorns

Every inch & acre
of this garden drenched
in petal-colored kisses
& moontouched

I birch my soul
that wafts itself through
this place
fond of every
My love
perrenial as golden Ginko

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And I hungered for
her love like a bee unsated
craves for a drop of nectar.
Oblivious, that my love wouldn't be reciprocated.
by love, I keep aflame this torch of unrequited feelings,
Will I forever remain a jinxed lover?
Star-crossed and ill-fated?

RS

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Their love is a tale as old as time,
doomed by the gods,
yet redeemed by chance
Metamorphoses – magic,
it’s real and it asks,
"Will you c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶?"
Scratch that -
"Can we just stay the same?"
Write it down -
the spell
Neverending
Evermore

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As i gaze on my final act of shadows

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I know you love this guy, fair lady, I know deep down you badly ache for me,
a priori assumptions I don't make.
Deny not yourself the joy of love, repress not the echoes that resound through thy heart, oh, don't bottle up your desires, for pity's sake!

RS

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Before these roses that bear the thorn
Bring your heartless wounded soul
Watch how my love
Like water to my garden
Soaks it
Touches it
Transforms it
From bitter to sweet
From fallen to risen
From wilted to flourishing
In every way, a love that will say
Restored

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Hapless Stingy Jack
Had a vile reputation
A deceiver, a liar
Found himself in a precarious situation
Doomed to roam the dark
The Devil threw him a flame
Jack tossed it in a Jack-O-Lantern
And gave the gourd its name
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me
In a churning ocean
I toss and turn
Line of latitude
Meridian
All lost
And silent is my compass
Hapless hull
Doomed your unberthing
No hope for berthing
Unwelcoming the harbours
Hostile the lands
Like Don Quixote of the sea
The enemies i war
with wooden sword

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They come to visit often, always with some story, some advice, or just to say hello. She was now accustomed to them dropping by. Her prayer was that her life as a reluctant medium continued
"Reluctant? We are here reading your words, you know,"
She knew.

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the size
and scope of the moon



bespeaks two
with

stars in their eyes

a river

within

their heart’s tide
like the sun rising

over the crescent-shaped horizon line



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