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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The passing ofarescued Lion,LEO, that made friends with a bear and a Tiger.

.....I WOKE UP..... One day I woke up Scared and unzoned In my chest I felt a rumbling Sound deep... Like a dirge in practice My bones quaked My knees shake, I even felt my belly ache. One day I woke up I tasted bread as fast I broke I sipped my coffee Traveled in my mind to the past in time To when... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

The elite, the uncertain..and only 1 wish in my bucket list-Vietnam Wall

Jessie Echeverria November 27, 2016 · R.I.P. LADY LIBERTY I stand upon my world of glass Watching time, Watch it pass. The words are damned,... They have no flow, They sit and wait Row on row. Swirl in my brain, In desperation, they've no refrain. Yet it's the pain which summons, Brooks no denial.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Me!

YET... The book is old..ragged, faded.. Threadbare, seams open, The face is cracked..craggy, jaded..... Judged and tossed.. Piled upon a pile..of stories, Just the same..then again, Not quite the same. A story begun, A story like many... Yet...different! Unique! With twists and turns, Accomplished... Sign in to see full entry.

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Irony, introspection, beauty and age insurrection

..Ironically, I wrote this a couple of days prior to my father's passing as I was musing about some celbrity passing.. JANUARY 17 And so the year begins, Life reminds us once again, How precarious, let's say... Nefarious,... It can be! In who stays, who goes.. Who will say goodbye.. Only the future... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Real Life...

A lot of what I write is, of course, taken from my life exeriences. this first poem was inspired from my youth when I walked everywhere.It is literally a true telling of what my life actually was and has been and where I'm going...eventually! The second one I wrote about the passing of my... Sign in to see full entry.

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A DUET? NO..instead three!

SWEET, NO SUBSTANCE Dreams, Are made of: Love and rain, Acid pain..bitter, biting!... Of hurt, of hell.. A broken bell, Tolling timeless to final chances. Dreams become! Real rarely..really! Yet still, My soul, do they embrace, In that darkest space, Where dreams are maybe... They're an easy token..... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 18, 2017

A Triple!

FACES They come at me from the darkness of the light, I pass you, you pass me. So simple, yet, I know there's more to see. We walk together,... Side by side, never touching.. In a bubble of our own conviction. Our thoughts have us in a haze, A fugue so thick, like seeing through a glaze.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 16, 2017

Standalone!

Most of what I write is born out of pain and I felt I had to explain as most of my writing is somber? But God, or whomever you believe in, or not, has also made me realize, there is a beauty in sorrow, after you have gone through it. There are people like me in the world who have no time to lay down... Sign in to see full entry.

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Somewhere are Smudges

SOMEWHERE, PART I Somewhere... Be there a book of rules, How to walk, How to talk,... Where kids go to schools! Somewhere... Is a place Where dreams go, and Die slow. They flee, leave without trace! Somewhere... We are lost, lose imagination, Once mighty, But here, is no room; only grownup... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

a belle, a book, and candle..

IN THE DARK ROMANTIC Fantasies, mere fantasies, Husks of imagination Falling by the wayside, Like snakes shedding skins.... Then once...,,,in a moon's age,,,,in a cocoon's age, Like the chrysalis cocoon... One dream bears fruition, Emerges from the recess of the mind. You are old school charm, With... Sign in to see full entry.

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These are my poems written since 2005. I have a little collection I will share and post as I write 1 to 4 at a time. They are my thoughts and experiences and observations.

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