For Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky’s grand entrance Tell me you love me...
performance poetry
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feels like acceptance
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
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Venit Vidit Vicit – The Greatest Hubris Strengthening Hyperbole by The Greatest Self-Assured Literary Legend?
v e n i t And so, as I face the final curtain… I wish for my hyperbolic musings on stonework etchings on a wall...
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Been thinking about hate and anger
been thinking about hate and and how, even with so much on my plate I still find time to hate we all do, to a...
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she came with the light
they were starving reaching out and feeling nothing in a place that was unfamiliar all walls but one sharpened and poisoned a locked door barring...
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luka
he paints with sunsets freezes raindrops on canvases sculpts clouds into nightmares takes photographs of your darkest desires pastes them on your wall sings a...
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hope
hope is no lighthearted lover though it’s tale may be too personal it does not perch gently on the soul hope is so much heavier...