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Shedding Your Skin

On the Wings Of A Bird

My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children



Not My Season

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)

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

A Man Of The Clouds

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

Informed Through Pain

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

I Will Return

TONIGHT

Expect Yourself

When My Blues Are Gone

The Factory of Resentments

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

the earth is our mother

Marinate On This

I Write This To Remember

And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)

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Marinate On This


its exhausting
all the arguing
all the killing
the disagreeing
the wars
the words of hate
the inner and outer noise of it

its even more exhausting for me
because of where I came from
I cannot seem to turn it off

I hurt too much
I feel too much
I think too often
I dream too much
I revise the world nightly
in my dreams
or my dreams revise me

I heard human animals being described
as pure consciousness
either individual spiritual beings
or one singular spiritual being
that its possible we could be part
of one another
an ocean with many larger and smaller waves
making an entire ocean

how then could I hate
how then could I deceive
how then could I abuse
another
if they were part of me
would I not only
be harming myself

I must think on this

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