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A Knowledge Of Life And Death
Why do poets so often dream of death,
And face it so unafriad.
Is it because they know so greatly of life,
And what passes us each day?... more »
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And
I watch the seconds tick by
And the minutes are the same but the hour hands point to different numbers
And I go around the circle and I count them one by one
I watch as that little red dial moves between them but never closes the distance.... more »
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In My Place
You died before I lived
I think I've missed you every day that I have
You taught me one great lesson baby
But I'd rather have you than it.... more »
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I'Ve Got A Hunger...
My hands are shaking, feet tapping, heart pounding
My minds racing, reeling, never relenting
Everything gets to me.
Everything.... more »
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Maps..
And at night we light the earth like little christmas trees
each tower, lamp, lighthouse seen
from space a distant reverie
if only... more »
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Misinterpretation
She looked upon the dreary world,
Into the shadows of the night
The people asked her to look further more
But she told them she saw a beautiful sight... more »
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Rattle
drink the amber tea,
let it seep through your sleek feathers
and remember
what you do now only matters in halves... more »
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Some Things..
Ah, and this is not the waiting game,
I will not wait for you in the eves
Of trees we once played in
On empty swings... more »