Thoughts of a Single Man Poems

Like drops sparkling of rain

riding the on the coattails of a shooting star
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She runs across the rooftops
leaping effortlessly into the air
as if she had wings
she soars hands raised
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The pain that had dragged my suspended recognition
was singed over the raking coals
of a deserted desert that burned hot in the mental plain
there was no sun no air no rain
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The Devil is sitting in the corner of my room
right beside the dresser just across from the broom
in the back of the closet hidden in the clothes
why is he there only heaven seems to know
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I wish I could be free like the dogs in the yard

running in the playground of their mind
with the fresh air as their guide
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I can hear her in her room
crying quietly in the corner
another night with those dirty hands on her
the worse kind of abuse
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I marvel at you
woman that you are
how brightly you shine
like the burring star
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I walk these streets a stranger lost in the pouring rain

no one seems to know my name
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The mental leaf
floating calm
on the ripples of tranquility
there was a time
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Lonely days into lonely nights
Shadows made by the candle light
At times it seems such a heavy load
Always riding on an empty road
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