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  • My Gift to You

    when we got married we didn’t have a lot we still don’t I wish I could shower you with gifts jewelery music clothes and take you on exotic vacations Italy Germany the Bahamas …

  • nobody will be the one to save us

    everybody knows the tune and how the words go it’s not my fault I’m not to blame I’m innocent I’ve been framed perhaps since it’s nobody’s fault nobody will be the one to catch us when we fa…

  • I am Right?

    Why do I feel conflicted when I’m certain I made the right decision? Righteousness and guilt wrestle within me Who will end this division? Sorrow rends, pride tears …

  • Wager

    A poor man once discovered a great treasure hidden in the hills. His family rejoiced when they heard the news, for the worth of the treasure was substantial. If properly spent, the money could provid…

  • Killer

    Lost in a maze of unfathomable motives Thoughts descending downward and to the left Clouds thunder an ominous drum roll No time for hesitation, the moment is here Blood splatters like rain on your face Do…

  • halfawake

    today i am wholly filled with the sensation of falling, as though from a great height i’m fazing in and out with differing variations of detachment from this world of light time cascades in an endles…

  • The Optimist on the Highway

    smoke pours from the engine billowing black into the sky the car is dead don’t worry about it, man driving’s bad for the environment anyway my soles are as thick as tires and my legs as strong …

  • The Eagle

    Behold! Look to the horizon! A great eagle approaches from across the Western Sea Stone forms its body and it flies on wings of steel In the eagle’s right talon, it grips a sack of gold and in its left, a…

  • Only Madmen Prophecy the End of the World

    pretty girl, glass eyespinning round and round inside what do you see?dull-witted little boyhead filled with unfiltered noise what do you know?the river runs red from the town up aheadthe air so thick, it'll make y…

  • Under the Hands and Feet of God

    brothers battle broken bonesaddicts struggle all alonepoets pen their anguished groanswe are barren dust before the thronegather the particles in your handsscatter them across the landslovers and fighters, wrong or right…

  • Naptime

    We’re entwined in each other’s arms And there’s no place I’d rather be You've caught me and seen through my charms And loves the beast inside of me Content, I pull you close to me And drift to sle…

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