I paint no one as evil,
It’s the conscience who addresses and utter.
I paint no judgment,
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When darkness came to blanket me
I had a hundred moons tossed upon my palms
Tears cascaded with the torrent wind and gusty trees
Sublime my fingertips, moved to contour
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sweet tear drops of dawn
and a tinge of dusk bitter memories
marked every leaf every petal
of my zealous poesies
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Shape our dreams to march on evergreen;
make it all seasons of spring.
Make it flutter on sun’s eventide
with strong shoulder blade to glide.
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a clam; a hard shell
alienated his own self
in the raging ocean - cold
homing self, conscious
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made my way, coming out of the rain
no more storm in my heart
no more cries to pour in the night
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some glitches occurred
misunderstanding waived high
after delays meet
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on life’s manuscript –
apiece on leaf, we scribbled
the treads of dusks and dawns
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nevertheless a formidable structure ensnare it's own base
escalating gaps may spark doom's day of mosses and termites triumph...
acute lesions and abrasions surround the ivory skins
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