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Poems & Thoughts

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Last Winter

Sitting The fire’s making me sweat Beads on my forehead and upper lip The rain is pattering on the tin roof And I am sitting next to the...

What If?

When humanity is forced to consider itself What is the point? is it life itself or existentialism? If we can get rid of thew past we can...

Fishing at Night

Double hooked like the snapper with a keeper speed balls both the powders in your drink are the bait my blood tastes like sap and the...

Jaded

The passions faded the eyes of green that glowed at night turn to a dull blue in the daylight. Secrets and small pleasures snatched...

Winter

The fire flickers orange and ambre charcoal and my love is sleeping orange and charcoal the urgent rhythms on the radio slow to a steady...

For my love

Your eyes. There is kindness and an old soul. There is beauty there and resolve. My eyes meet yours Blue and Gold A sunny day at the...

Jack the Cat

The beauty of your purr astounds me. The handsome fur. The soul is pure, but you are a murderer A contradiction of cute and kill. jack,...

For Kate

Your beauty shines through the tears in your soul. The moon weeps with you. Your grey hair speaks of a life well lived and pain where...

Times

Humanity is forced to consider itself. What's the point? Is it life itself? Or existentialism.

Lucid Poetry

The music has run out the sound of the solar is silent even the moon is hiding everything is sharper even though the light is dim. The...

I Love you

The senses linger dragging their feet lazy Hurry up and keep with it alert/asleep the in between is drunk follow the breath It will lead...