If I could ever hear
The music, of a flower
Slowly unfurling to bloom
Blowing out kisses of perfume
...
Another passing moment
writes a line in the firmament
And the passing days
Write their own verse of phrases
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Have the winds of change ceased
To blow, and the status quo
Threatens hope amidst
The collective messy chaos?
...
They spend more
huge budgets for war
excited about the prize
...
What is it that I hold sacred?
Why is it that I hold it sacred?
But legends and myths
Of faraway desert nomads
...
One of my anit-war pieces...
anti-war demonstrator terrorized outa me
to instead toe the line of the ruling party
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O inquisitive mind
what is it that thou seek
and hope to find?
Is it better than musique?
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Civility hath no door
Sanity’s obscure
through the fog of war
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O Rainbow
your soft glow
echoes
pure love, ‘tis glorious
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Dreams are mighty things
lurking within
growing,
filling out
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