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I have bound myself to God and to the Mysteries; all things also I comprehend.
AS love is not given to the wise man for his own personal gain. Love is neither given to the savage for his own personal gain, nor to the poor man for his own personal gain, nor to the country for his own personal gain, nor to the lonely man for his own personal gain.
NO.
It is given to the sick, in pain and those deep within despair and loneliness, for their own personal gain is not a thought given.
As Love is not given to the prostitute for her own personal gain; to the youth for their own personal gain; for the Love is the product of long awaited joy, and the joys and sorrows of the individual cannot be their own!
:: 05.19.2021 ::
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i INHALED a summer bug
down my dry throat
— so lovely its okay \
so happy because i died /
and reborned years ago
within a paint jar —
Firefly heart; hot night
booked for years & every
day i was scared; lit my
candles until I found God.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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WILL everybody hear (if you’re within this game) )a baby ANEURYSM ::::- poets writing to kill someTHING :::- ELSEKeep a firm handshake — pen ineye -=–contributions elude grammar Nazis’ – so you got yournumber down : now sit down ____????–loved you so much you made me sick– make my backbone slide –_ move yourself into my FACE: –> glyphand butterfly: are you listening nowcause’ it ain’t no joke: keep yourfancy pants on and learn me.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
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MY confession : what be it may
stately said I do adore
hedonistic lore and my passion
borders beyond the day of light
into a fray some may fright
But at the end of any day
a brilliant sun and nymph of light
rules out all it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
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THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
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LIGHT (frightening) fog upon the hood
and woods so many stars shining
so brightly above and fluttering heart
of mine (this weather shall keep us together)
oh, say all every night
& kiss me
& if you miss
me hold just tight
i am almost blue
STAR fading but i linger on Dear
and shall linger unto dawn dear
(dreams till sweet rose petals
grow all within your footprints
to ward (oh ba bah bud)
me___ so now still craving your
kiss my Sweet Dreams Dreaming
— behind you.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
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THAT HAS never approached the eternal
light of my Heart
as: Nunc rcm unguentorum,
relish the night as
when tears are not enough
the end is closer
toward a new beginning
than the fears recessed toward
that One who Always Lost
but ——> but not us.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
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as a young boy i was hungry
so skinny & although my Life
was so sad I laughed.
I saw all my closest family
scramble to eat just for a day
more — i , a boy, saw devastation
,looking into every man they turned
on. every cup i drank was more
than a smoke: but every man who
made my mother, sisters and me feel
so damn cheap — i shall read a paper
with large holes — called 666 — the
news of the world — she died.
: 07.08.020 ::
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Bam clack-sah-damn
oh Cecilia
my heart is breaking
until you
(Bam clack-sah-damn)
save me so begging you
oh-oh…
make a new type of Art
just for you if only
you come back to my head
& my heart
oh Cecilia
Bam clack-sah-damn!
:07.08.2080 ::
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