Here, in the past, I Repose in Time Everlasting
I have found immortality…
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Of White Moths and Drunkards…
Fearing the night, linen white moths
Flying into the torch of lit street lamps,
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The Gleaning of the Romantic
It is in the subtlety
And not the blunt insult.
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A Gift for the Romantic V.2
It is in the subtlety
And not the blunt insult,
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The past is mournful,
the future uncertain,
All we have is what slips by
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Take Back My Free Will
God, please…
Take back this free will
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What would if suffer;
One more poet, more or less,
one more poem written, never read,
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It Is Finished… Final
I wanted to spend my whole life
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To be Salacious with a Saint…
I want to be salacious with a saint.
Make love to an Ideal;
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