A drought of ideas and famine of thought
Will try to censor words and silence speech;
Stealing the license by which freedom survives
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I pay little mind to anything else in the room where I’m “at”
The clock’s ticking or the water dripping doesn’t distract
Me from believing that she is still the answer to my prayers
And she will be mine forever as long as I can own her scent
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Daughter of ours
Destroyer
Heartbreaker
How could you?
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It was when she first felt that maybe he
no longer loved her the way she wanted,
that she stopped loving him the way she had.
He had no idea that things had changed between them
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I like to write poetry
about that which ponders
my spirit and my soul.
That which stumps my brain
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I never said so
but I always believed
you to be a fake
Your lips too perfect
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My beloved grandmother
once told me that masturbation
would lead to hairy palms,
blindness, slow urination
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I found God as a child; then as a soldier,
a husband, a father and now as I approach
an end to my life in the jungle...it is not Darwin
but God,
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The questions you ask young lady, young man
of our nation and my generation, is nothing unexpected.
Just like the blood our dead brothers and your forefathers shed;
they have and always will beg to be given answers.
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