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Gray Day
Nothing But rain dripping deep and hollow On the roof a heartbeat Irregularly echoing Nothing But cold coffee in my mug Reheated and forgotten and reheated And forgotten Nothing But growling in my...
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Superstition
A broken mirror has no meaning But what imagination makes Simply reflects a scattered image Of an ever changing space – a.r. Hotel Intercontinental Panel 2
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Poetic Self
One fleeting point of poetry Is feigning immortality We pour it out by pen, pretend Perpetual existence then -a.r. The Dream of the Poet by Paul Cezanne
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Suspended Self
Here appears a pause About me Positioning itself With closing in proximity Circling enough to slow My shuffling ambition This disruption demanding Attention to be grasped Grabbed, held still Against my...
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Nature Nurture
Nature is not noble It is raucous wrenching life And calls me to my core Not for its peace but feral drive Nature is not noble It is a raucous wrenching drive And calls out from my core Panting pulsing...
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Dear Word Lover (corrected)
It is I who must Apologize For my tardy Non-replies I never know Quite what to say Or how to take Sometimes no words That I can make I might not follow As you lead Except on pages Where we read In...
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Divine Comedy
When I first speak in the morning Catching, croaking, from my throat When I swallow water wrongly Invading sting, straight out my nose When I walk blind into a memory A sliding door I did not see...
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This is Where
In the Louisiana night Playing on a splintered gate Another predator by my side A heavy paw he placed This is where The cricket song and heavy air Rallied the chirp and weight In my gut This is where I...
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Wading Through (again)
I will not censor part of me, Which begs to be expressed, Because it shatters the illusion, And reveals the human mess. There is no way around it, Only the wading through, Up to my neck in all of it,...
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Haiku & Me
We want a cure for Ourselves but to sling it swift At each other, shame -a.r. Shame by Osobandido
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