Save Me
On the steps of the risen hope
White mirrors of immunized bleach
Self righteous flowers that condemn
Run for the back graves
Nature a bent burden
Twisted like a Narrow road
There is hope for me
I need you
I need your red dress
I need your five inch heels
I need your silk stockings with garters
I need your late night poetry
I cannot lie
Save me
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Art and Asylum
Desultory roses with ancient thorns
Ramadan guns
Violet time machines
Pompeii baths
Words with Shakespeare
Define your blissful captivity
These Egyptian queens of deceit
She idealizes a fragment
Sounds of rain
Sounds of forests
Rivers
Was Tennessee Williams mad?
Narcissism jolts my star
Poetry a garden
Volatile between the faces
Art is asylum
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Without Me
She is the wrath of silence
Terrible dark quiet
I slowly die
Can you hear the winter tears
Feel the lonely wind
I will wait as you watch
Executed in the night
Living like a dried river bed
Waiting for your fountain
I cuddle the cold
Writhe under moonlight
Shudder in your memory
I feel you in the shadows
I know you love me
You are alone without me
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Thoreau
Sanity is sitting by the sea
Walking by the wise river
Perceiving the stars of solitude
Being like the wings of the hawk
A walk around Walden Pond
I do not need all they say I need
I will not expose myself to their lies
I shall read and be discreet
I shall know myself and not their agenda
Individuality is getting rid of junk
Thoreau had a lot to say
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Island Paradise
Red brick islands of insane moss
We gloat like cliffs of slippery sanity
Colored in the self indulgent rain
We are the departed
We are the brazen elves
Gliding into madness
Pull me out
Talk to me of change
Forgiving candles
Couples of the American winter
The world has become captive
We talk like wise sinful friends
This island paradise gentle with cats
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Witches Chant
Evening sighs with warlocks
Vapors of the coming bedlam
Punished like eyes of the nephilim
Born in test tubes
Contrived in Frankenstein incubators
Crossed with spider genes
Bitten by tarantulas
Severed into carbon oxide fairies
Wrestle with black figures
Tongues of snakes
Wet with swamp semen
Ghosts wanting warm bodies
Closets with eyes
Witches chant
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I Want to Kiss You
Your benign apathy is too heavy
You pretend you have all you need
Come down a notch babes
Come down and I will hold you
Garments of steel get so lonely
You think your body can hold love?
It is the heart and soul
It is the flowers of art
The beauty of the sea
Time tracing noble graves
Gardens where morning doves fly
I want to hold you
I want to kiss you
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High Heels
Compassion like razor blood
Banquet of envy
Industrial town without industry
Divorced child, single parent
Broken down school
Rape
Incest
Suicide
Streets of Oxycontin, drugs
Gangs
Promiscuity
Into the arms of strangers
Text your messages
Play on the Internet
Pray mother - pray for your child
The streets howl like hungry wolves
Tonight she wears high heels
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This Peaceful Night
Peaceful night rests like forgiveness
Free from the weight of vengeance
Justified like a moon on a summer night
Nothing is better than peace of mind
I am on track again
Competition can be so ugly like war
Let the down trodden rise
Let the sweet widow praise
Let the sick and suffering rejoice
Poetry can be sweet as honey
This peaceful night I love my neighbor
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Dead Lovers
Talons of stone black ravens
Dreams like businessmen smiling
She seeks the dead, the smiling dead
Everywhere the system crumbles
Relentless rain
Arms of a dead prince smiling
Your dreams of success come true
Dead drab selfish dreams
Our impotent moments of false success
Lost in a lost generation
Money gives her such good orgasms
She opens her legs for the dead
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