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Eat Me

In this epoch there is a plague
It is of a diminishing inspiration
For those infected
They must rely on their opiates
To pen poetry and song for them
Angels aren’t interested
In human conversation these days
But we have friends
Old, black, sticky and malleable
Soft, green, and strong of scent
Their wisdom is ancient
And our desire is paramount
The price they ask is understanding
The gift they give is contemplation
The gift is action whence received
It is
A door
Into your own world
A key to your bedroom
In which you have never slept
Its comforts arranged to your liking
Denied only of your presence
You are at the door
Scratching the lock with your fingernail
When you should be pushing
Yourself through it like
Liquid mind
Eat me drink me smoke me
And find out

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Langston Hughes

Dreams

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My replies aren't posting. This is my second. It's great being self reliant and free as the wind. Great poetic sentiment. Congratulations! : -)
Great message. It's wonderful being self reliant and free as the wind. I loved it! : -)
Every one loves to live free and fly high. No one liked to live like a caged bird. A very nice poem. Congrats.
An emotion caught and expressed well. A format that catches interest.
Always going places on my own.. Words of a freedom lover. Congratulations
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