Richard Autry Biography

Possessed by the spirits of long dead poets
Demanding and commanding him to write
And always keeping him awake throughout
The long dark interminable nights
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I want to write poems without words
Because words are only puffs of wind
Just vibrating waves carried thru air
Only small noises joined together
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You are my life's apostrophe
The part that has always been missing in me
You're right where the hyphen used to be-
You are my life's apostrophe
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My soul burns in the darkness
Just like the bluish heart
Of a flickering flame
Attempting in vain
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Even the greatest of pain
One day will be
Nothing but a memory
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