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I Don’t Really Blame God
I’ve seen God smile
In autumn trees
After most of the leaves
Have fallen away to reveal him.
Spiritual Emasculation
Boatmen ferry us across
The river of the dead,
The dark stagnant river
Where our childhood dreams
Before Orgasm
Your midnight laughter
And dark red wine,
Your face of classical paintings
And your supple arms
Warped Happiness
Cut skin,
Matching Tattoos,
Alluring night,
Tantalizing moon,
To Live On These Streets
To live on these streets
You have to mask your intentions,
Avoid the drugs that bring despair and defeat,
Not judge anyone drifting
Bob Dylan Wrote Masters Of War
Soldiers commit suicide
In far-off distant lands
Suffering from battle fatigue
From seeing too many children
A Perfect Place To Cry
There’s a myriad
Of poems to be written
About the entrancing mystery
Of a lovely girl’s lonely eyes,
Japanese Cartoon
Minds ignited by several days
Of sleeplessness and amphetamines
Create dark myths
And then slide into nightmares and dreams
Shakespeare’s Sonnets
I think about my sweet parents, now old,
And myself, every day growing older,
Hoping to create a gentle and tender essence
That will survive when we part this existence,
Desire And Denial
I’m everyday blinded with tears
Of desire and denial,
Longing and regret,
Memory and the need

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