a persistent and expected guest
seldom speaking aloud within
the soul I once considered rowdy
and devised of the songs of birds
...
never thinks to stop
it measures our hearts our dreams
and laughs at the wind
...
seeds planted in deep
morning light will rise slowly
roots breathe in soil
...
yells at my drunkenness
beating in rhythm
at my ankles
attempting to bury
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I am free and scream free
I am free and laugh free
I am free and jump free
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there is no need for sacrament
or prayer before you visit
walk toward me with cold arms
and take me away while I sleep
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wind
feels mighty at morn
showing all the brand new dawn
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Dante
hell is a choice we avoid
is sure fire words still burning
...
composing haiku
for discipline and structure
frees the words to sing
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