Create the possibility in the art of dying through the dance of poetry.
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Hold your fire, the circle is complete Might you remember not to compete And rival within the cold press That feeds the dungeons of […]
What’s normal without norms? What are norms but chains of trade Parading themselves in traditions of woe Calling forth pits of desperate cries for […]
Like a wounded jackal in search for food I am still watching my wounds in awe My fascination has turned into an obsession […]
Like a bee sting, I can’t ignore you, I keep trying to run away only to be trapped by the sweetness of your honey. […]
Men of war Release your oar From the grippers of suppression Feeding the creeps of oppression Hanging around all neighbours Docked in all […]
Every thing has got to change, our true lies in knowing the cusp of these changes so we can ride the winds of change.
A life denied is a life not lived! I caused a mess, I see it all I know I am wrong but I like to […]
Like a vagabond, I wonder on, In search of the “mysterious “. Emptying tavern after tavern, My intoxication is evident In the way I slur […]
The sweetness of your nectar awaits on your toungue! Have you ever been the dance to your own tune? The fragrance to your own scent? […]