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Read MoreWho would ever dare then thinkabout these revelations in ink,each drop bled out upon the page,but meant for some distant, finer age. Or so it seems within this dream,while I pen away on a poetic stream,scribbling lines through sleepless night,in...
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Read MoreIShadows over my heartLike shapes and sounds of moving trees in the breezeEverything needs a home from which to honeEspecially this art of poetry’sIIHowithurtsmyHeartIIITo have the hearth in the homeofour art unearthedlike death:The tome of alone.IVWriters needa foundational presenceto...
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Love the structure & content here. Marvelous job.
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Whoa, you’re geographics are mesmerizing! So unique. A little TS Eliot perhaps? Artistic. A prayer of creativity. Loved it.
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Phenomenal. Really liked: “Shadows over my heart
Like shapes and sounds of moving trees in the breeze”
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We are dreamers of dreams, and masters of our fates. People sometimes do what they say. They almost always do what they want. What do you really want? Make your dream your fate.
“Three hundred sixty degrees
Of
Three hundred sixty five days
Of
Poetic seas
of
Poetic ways
Where
I
Shall see: Days of
Grace”
Your word is your wand.
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I am literally speechless
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Read MoreLife is misery, death is contentment. Once more I step into daylight, but still washed in nighttime. Hues of misery shine in both night and day. Can heaven wait? I cannot wait forever for happiness. Whether it be the sun or moon, hues of misery shine.
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This is thought provoking. Can heaven wait? that is a question we will never know. Nice:
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I like the metaphorical analogy of how life writes on you, and thus you write in transference – a poetic picture of every impact, a future reference for the ages. Deep as always, my dear.