Singleton M. Tate Poems

She sighs... as the
Words,
that envelop her
soul unveil,
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Sculpting,
subtle vise,
sketching erratic lyrics,
with flute and guitar.
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Rules our times,
not our minds,
for we are
free agents.
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So your folly
eclipsed me,
I got blind-sided,
by your Antagonism...
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I told the Night to begone,
whilst I reminisce on Loves,
that spurned me,
defiling the soul,
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You're a sculptor of success and grace
Defining depths of loving-kindness, all confusion erased
A brilliant paragon, who's wisdom is divine
Indelible Woman... endowing the minds
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How many times must I find myself here...
At this very same 'Avenue of Utter Dissatisfaction'
My home away from home for the past 30 years.
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Quick...
Step to me
see
What's in store.
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Masked inside so little worth
Is my heart of gold...
Prince of delightful tales
Valor and riches untold...
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With Hatred, I want to.
With Blindness, It becomes you.

With Sorrow, Every single night.
Without Peace, Keeping you from the Light.
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