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Saturday, September 2, 2017

Destroying our world!

I was musing on how global warming and our carbon footprints and avrice for more are destroing the beauty of the world: LIVING ON A WHIM... There are places in the world that thunder, Where the Earth is angry, And wants you to know it is! As if in the past, millions upon billions of years... it's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 1, 2017

Untitled..a love poem??

UNTITLED 6/13/09 I throw myself into the devils cauldron. Best it is to burn in hell, Than to die in the heat of temptation! My skin flays in strips,... Still, I cannot escape your grip. You reach with your hand, I see hope yield to you again, As I am fooled by your grasp on this heart. Slowly,... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE STARS THEMSELVES...

'THE LIGHTHOUSE TREE' It weighs heavy on the heart, Rides along, listen... A sweet tempo of a song.. treenka, treenka, treenka...... How do you describe the twingling of guitar? Hard to say... But it carries an image, Paints it on the canvas of the mind.. treenka, treenka.. Take this mental brush,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Musings4

FILTHY He is the most contemptible person I've ever met, Despicable in his views, Unredeemable to the core! So dirty..... The dirt under his fingernails seem the cleanest part of him. He can make a Marine blush when he openly spews his vulgarities! Women give him wide birth, Dogs snarl in his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 27, 2017

What is Beauty???

THERE ARE THINGS AND PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHOM AND WHICH YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT BUT IT'S LIKE DIPPING A BUCKET INTO A WELL, YOU CAN ONLY PULL OUT AS MUCH AS THE BUCKET CAN HANDLE, AND LEAVE THE REST; THERE ARE THE OTHER THINGS AND PEOPLE THAT ARE LIKE LOWERING A ROPE WITH NO BUCKET INTO THE... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 25, 2017

poets4

DATE UNKOWN Looms the dark, a weary hour.. Where clouds, hopes are soon devoured.. A gate of fire awaits,... And my soul trembles in spite of, not because of.. Not fear, Nor trepidation, Only death is left, He awaits. Holds a wreath of finality, A fetid taste of reality. The master sits, prophecies... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 24, 2017

poets

The!st is an introspection about poets, 2 is and observation of a fly admiring my food at lunch, 3 is about the next day of my mother's passing, and 4 is more introspection. POETS Poets mumble sentences in your head, Little dirges, For the dead...... Who don't even know they are! They fantasize... 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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