Dreams of the Brain
The head before sleep over ruled it.
To help the other over come prejudice.
Dreams of the brain make both mutually.
You had exclusive use of the body.
The surface of tension probative it is.
When the lover of one two more come.
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I Am Only, Your Pet Pig
Yet, i am an honest one..i am pink,
i have wings, i can fly..i do eat the roses,
you frown...when i find a pearl, a pink one..
you do more than pay me in smiles of your praise.
You, ..you oinks pink, to the world, rolls over and winks..and cries...
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If I Must Be A Dog
if i must be a dog;
you must show me
how too beg.
but i can't do that.
if i must be a dog;
i have to sleep there
and not be disturbed,
untill you are as well.
but i can't do that.
if i must be a dog;
and you instruct me to,
i can't do that too moon.
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Where I Try, To Grow...
I eat the dirt, it taste like dirt
it is not the dirt, i profess it is.
It is not the sun, it is a smile
it helps me realize, it is not.
I smile my broken smile, one
more crack, my face falls off.
The sink, is full, my mask, falls
washed in my tears, i smile.
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Loss Of Something
loss of something; and it was,
The road is patched at best,
Something gone older still,
No meaning had it to youth.
There the children played no part,
A moment in there hand, departs,
What once a wall and now a name,
Finding something missed for loss.
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To Please Her Best
To please her best,
and pass each test success is each encounter.
When counting fingers, if each toe climbing trees just out of reach the rain makes peaches sweeter.
But by those few whom never came, success
was but a dream she left, the nectar dries and lutes tell days.
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Children Speak To Children Do You
women raging against
men; of
men loving
off men; of
wo/men; loving off
women listening to
wo/men, because
children don't have mind
between/two because
wo/men move
on, because
wo/men haven't learned
how to
listen, to hear
listen, now to your ear
children speak as
children; do!
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Wood The Flower Flails
Wood the flower flails,
So sad is now that vase,
None else to ever know,
That flower has joined the breeze,
Never to harvest new blooms.
Flower failed the wood a well,
A mothers dreary tail again to see,
To mix two hearts of one must she,
There beds now like the rest unmade.
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Heaven Is what I Can Never Teach
Heaven is all that some won't see.
People treated like disease.
Providing naught but broken wings.
Then heaven is not meant for me.
If yellow becomes one color is the sun?
When, butterflies with out wings can fly.
And popes can sing a different song.
Heaven is a dream within our reach.
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Too-it Came Suddenly And Covered You
too-it came suddenly
and covered you; all over.
it is more than a fist full of flame
that warning you touch in the night.
and while you lay dreaming, you
plan it's next heart.
it is more than your face and
it's breath too light it floats over.
it is the one spot that grows ever wider.
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