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    Cry Me A River

      I'm laying in the cut Watching your butt sway beneath That red dress like a matador Enticing a predator Hawking you Silently stalking you Just thinkin how I wanna bathe my face In your private place Steadily slurp up your cinnamon syrup Stir up those feminine emotions Pledge to...

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    Tracing Ache

    Scab fur balls piling in carpet A dull blade in need of being replacedBlood sleeping on my handsSoaking into a tranceRealities skin torn wide apart The songs continuesA smile on my legHair in my face Falling with the weightHead...

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    Tried

      I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried.

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    The Taste of Synonym

    THE TASTE OF SYNONYM     The odor of stale beer danced with the steel blue smoke, while Ska beats filled the air with electricity.   As the room filled, a thousand words spoke all at once, loudly, making it seem like a small riot. Amidst the noise of confusion and polemical...

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    • Very clever, for starters. And you carried the story theme along so well. It’s a read for creative thinkers who wanna frolic. LOL
      It isn’t so trippy that I couldn’t stay with it. Great write.

      • Frolic away, my friend! I am glad you enjoyed the read, Styxian, it is always good to see you on one of my poems.

    • Hi ValuptasUnholyWhisper!!! If that is you in the avatar (photo), it is nice to see your smiling face, and welcome to my poetic garden. And it is my pleasure to have “captivated” you.

      perhaps you might also like Deep Forest, and Enya? These are some of my “trippy” musical treats from the 90’s. I’m listening to Enya’s “Watermark” as I type this reply.

      Anyway, I love when you visit, thank you for time and words.

    • The places this one took me…You held this one on the crest of wave after wave of poetic brilliance. It was the faded tight jeans that locked me in and kept me rolling with it

      • Hi Willow! This poem, its internal mix of emotion is one of the poems I am most proud of. While it is a play on words, it is also the way “faded jeans and flannel shirt”, makes it more real, more conversational. I am glad you noticed this and more that you got hooked by it and brought you deeper into the poem. Thank you!

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    The Audio and Media files are being worked on. It is not a simple fix and will take time. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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