Ambient
The silky canvas
held fearsome years
with desire
uncreased morning
found my stone
before day
lined the chortle of love
fluttering excitement was
too long
flowing 50 heartbeats
a take
maybe
somebody
a ruler
anything
will pencil
a new term of
hope
and swear
to me
or else
end talks softly
immaculate
old crayons sharpened
all alone
six white one red
I am first King
Them
they are two
bag men
the hand and drug
be one case
and I
exist on all sides
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| UNTITLED... | 0 | 07/23/2013 |
| I AM (TRAYVON MARTIN) | 2 | 07/04/2013 |
| MUSIC & POETRY | 0 | 05/26/2013 |
| BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS | 0 | 05/26/2013 |
| CONCEPTUAL INSIGHT | 0 | 03/22/2012 |
| Ms COMMUNICATION S |
1 | 03/21/2012 |
| SHE HATE ME | 1 | 03/21/2012 |
| THINKING | 0 | 09/17/2010 |
| DARK SPACES | 0 | 09/16/2010 |
| Shae's Wetness | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
| Sun-set | 1 | 10/06/2009 |
| Destitute of Sight | 1 | 07/30/2009 |
| Agony | 1 | 08/13/2009 |
| Hero | 1 | 07/30/2009 |
| MASTERPIECE | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| Wounded Souls | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| A Love Poem | 3 | 12/04/2009 |
| No More Room | 0 | 07/25/2009 |
| Poetry Roots | 1 | 07/25/2009 |
| Uncertainty | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Ambient | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
| Living Hell | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
| Cell Phone | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| Sunshine | 1 | 07/22/2009 |
| Beauty | 5 | 12/07/2009 |
| Nothing | 0 | 07/29/2009 |
| Naked | 2 | 12/01/2009 |
| So Untitled | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
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