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Truth dies


//

We don't know !


We are busy looking for love


& convincing ourselves that there is only one form of love

And that *** is love


)(


We never get bored with  lying or getting lied to


//

( cause  we are  sensitive poets ! )


•


•


The beauty is wasted on us


//

If we see it

We possess it till we destroy it

•

The day is done


//


Nothing good happened


)(


Not will it tomorrow

::

We  could become fully human

But it's not our thing

)(

We are suffering poets

Because we are sensitive


;;

Bleeding *******

Bleeding hearts

( canned laughter ! )

//

Fornicating in the dark

While children die hungry in the park


~~


Sensitive poets aren't sensitive about such

Mundane things  !


//


Only our egos interest us


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The soft rain


( is it you I see

Walking in the rain ? )


we had been together

Many years !!



The soft rain


Images of lonliness


But you are here


|||



Sitting in the diner by the park


We are silent



The world speaks


I can see that you still
Hear


•


Alright


:::


I guess it is that time again



I'm kind  of grateful that it is

.

.


We are

So delicate

So fragile


It is good


We need to be with one another !


Every thing

Every one


It is good


Our fears !

Our disabilities


It is good


It is good because

We are good


The enormity  !

The great deed that we must do

And do

TOGETHER


It is good that this is so


For then we' ll feel

How good it is


.

.


It's the easiest thing to be

Cause we ALL know

What it is



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(     <>    )

~~~

||  ::  ||

" I am the only one needed now "

)  o  (

::

but you
Would certainly be appreciated

::



So

Get your head outta yer *****

And let's go  !!


Too many dead children here


.

•



in the heart of each poem

Is

The face of The Lord

///


( she writes stupid poems to her boyfriend

Who sees her love as pure manipulation )

As for The Lord ?


He just comes and hangs out with me

Where he knows he will be


Appreciated



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)(


Amid the toy images made by Barbie doll people

Seeking love

In the cracks and crevices of pure madness

••


Yes or no

New or stale


The final step is the first one


••

The early morning


Faith


••


••

•

The first breath


The child reborn

As a child


The only child


The pure child

( I am the greatest poet here )


•

••


***** hands on the purest face


::::


We lie together in the mud again


Creating soil creating seed


•



She was a cheer leader at the football game

Till she realized what a fool she was


And chose to be real


•


He watched the debates on t v

Until he realized

This was ******

••


We are stranded in total loneliness


Some play the game better than others


)(

The early morning



Right now


Right here

This is the story


We sign our name

At the bottom of the page



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