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Today I mourn the loss of God, The day they say man controls his destiny with thoughts. That day, That maybe close or far away, In the past or future, who can say. But, does a mans actions solely define who he is? No definition from a lovers gentle kiss? No credit to give anybody…
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The day I was born was the day I met Death, She seemed so human, that was except. Her voice rearranged you to an uneasy feeling, Her focus so unnerving, I thought I was dreaming, In her eyes revealed the story of an immortal being. She was not so old, a child but complex, Even…
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‘Washed Away’ – A short poem of love, broken hearts and painful recovery. I am washed away, With memories and wishes today. My words delicate, but like grenades, How twisted they come out when I try to serenade. You care for the stranger with the broken heart, With or without knowing, he has become your…
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‘In the Daylight’ – is a short poem to bring tangible words to anyone who has suffered a broken heart and wished their life different You’re absence burns in the roaring daylight, The Suns furious shadow cast flaming bright white. In the glistening moon light, The inverted eye of the sky. Draped in the darkness…
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The Start and End of the Line – A poem about love and lust, which becomes overcomplicated in a bipolar mind New is flesh, Old is form. I haven’t tasted you yet, Sacred like a holy life form. Flesh new, it’s you. Form old, forces ancient unfold. Stuck still, I am yours to do what…