Anthony Charles King Poems

i first saw you on that summer sunday
ravens dancing in your wild hair
the warmth of the sunny sun sun upon us
as death smiled
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that rainy morning
shrouded in sweet darkness
i lit the fire and let the flames discover your beauty
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art is the offspring of sadness and suffering
monochramy
...the beaten beggar
...syphylic prostitutes
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it seems a necessity in life....
of life....
in moral confusion.
of simian possesion..
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why do we scribble so....
dear poets
alone
weeping ink into the void
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exploited with knowledge
crushed by ignorance
what can you say to the world?
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let fall upon its back
our morning of mercy...

.. let it sleep so peacefully
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so there i was
riddled with sunday gloom
stumblin in out and through
an animal can
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when i dream
i dream in colour
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the courage to love is like a razor to the throat..

... you can sense that the edge is sharp
and you know the flesh will open
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