Misc. Poems
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blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament... -
the whirling winds would settle
when i speak your name... -
for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable... -
is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by... -
do you remember the first time i
penned you a poem, likening us... -
you ask, what foods i crave?
you... -
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i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought... -
the clock takes to 4/4 time;
i'm here but rooted somewhere else... -
picture this –
you are bound to her... -
there you were –
still casted in amber... -
Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty... -
The life's aspiration is to defeat time
in overcoming...