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Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past


Silver-Tongued Devil


The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

One Which Brings Me Unending Release

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro


Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back


I Write This To Remember

Think On This--IF YOU WOULD

This Snake

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Canis Latrans

I Wish God Had Better Magic

For Another Mean New Sun.

It Came To Me While Doing Laundry On A Sunday Looking For Some Blank Space To Write In Before It Was All Gone...


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Wake Wake Wake

the sun shone
shining and imposing
I rose
whining and proposing
a day in bed
why waste these beams
the energy gleams
and waits outside for me
with arms flung wide
its been winter long
I declared
and I
a seed lie underground
afraid still of the chill
re-awaken then
and be embraced by life
and sun
and light
and all good things which fill
my heart with gladness
remove the blanket from
my heart
resolve to leave
far behind
this winter sadness.

I woke with this in my head this morning.
will go back and embellish and work on it later on.

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