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a treble withhis own beatthis culturedcollective''snap your fingers''connoisseur,melds himselfinto an eclecticcreaturethen considershimselfa unique..

Sometimes I pretend I'm in Spainon a tiny boatlistening to the gentle humand slapping of water against the hullwhile the sun sinks down ina drunken..

that magic smell ofburnt woodhangs over the antiseptic snowas we walk and pull our sledsthe dog issmiling and runningoff a blinded white cliff..

Cordial civilitycourtingwordsthat actone waybut meansomething elseAntennas highcoquettishsentimentsintoxicate 2exchangesof dialoggoing downlikesweet..

.......Just be a good person! Copyright ©2005

When we are young,life smiles at uswith a perfect set ofpearly white teeth.When we grow older,every time someonewe love dies,it's like havingone of..

...'another 2: 47 am morning for me roasting marshmellows around the flames of the once great city that use to be Poem Hunter, now a pile of burning..

The people I lovetake me home...I want to love youon my way home...because we love,that is home. Copyright ©2005

I've had enoughI've come undonenow every little thing's becomea trouble to attend toI'm tired of waiting for the right timetired of waitingfor the..

DominatedI've learned tocontrol emotionsto forget to feelany emotionat allBlackmailedso I won't goties meto this situationImprisioned withindoes not..

What can I sayto erase the wiltI cause withinyour heartthat beatsfor mineand only wantsto be freednot entangledin this snarly vineWhat can I sayto..

I don't know about anything any moretimes like theseI want to walk right out that doorit's used to be, Heaven Sentnow you only put meto the test'So..

Perked earslisten for audible words-like; Archaeologicaltreasure seekers,picking through the underside,to find artifactsof, ''Picasso Greatness''..

Do not believebecause you read it in a bookDo not believebecause you saw it on televisionDo not believebecause science says soDo not believebecause a..

Darkness is gone~with a heart overflowing...as I walk with the night airstill on my breath,and make ''my own love''while searching under stars,for me.

The sun is a starand the stars are sunsas we climb upthe ladder of lifenature stirsgenius and madness,compassion and cruelty,all the drivesof..

Down at the beachthe ocean and Imeet, with rays of lightthat turn my skin achocolate brown,where surferscommune with Odinthen come..

'Om Nama Shiva,Om Nama Shiva...In honour ofthe man I love.The manI can not love.

unsettledspiritsdoused byjasminewinding filamentsriseon perfumedcoils ofeuphoric airfilledto enterand swella heartopento the doorsof heaven.

You are here to guide me~You are here to guide me~You are here to guide me~...We are inter-connectedby this lowly instinct''A Love Supreme''...just a..

I dedicate this poem to Arsiema Berhane in response to her poem, ''War''Children,are the joyous praiseof our wealth.Woman, weare only justbeginning..

the most rewardingpart of my dayis pegging clothesupon the line,this task allowsmy mind to wonder offwithout hurrywithout guiltjust fresh air..

just imaginethe unimaginablewhena strangeradorned withwar medalsdressed in anarmy uniformwalks into yourdaddies wakestands upand tells a storyabout a..

All talked outAll written outJust a blank pageSo shush!Please.

The thickest wallsare within the mindkilling our futurewith the promise ofmodernitywhen our basic needsare food and sanitation.These..