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God is that you waiting in the middle of all my loved ones? Thanks for the gathering but why did I have to spend that past life unseeing whatever I saw? I’m afraid I’m upset You didn’t explain that hell of a process breaking me down when I didn’t know which way was up. Okay [...]

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I WANNA GO HOME I wanna go home… sweet Texas hot on my lips, horny toads shooting blood through their eyes, dust rising behind my old truck spinning down dirt roads, my Yellow Rose waiting on the front porch, her dress unbuttoned… thunderstorm bathing in the backyard. ________________________ HALF DRUNK The months go by like [...]

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Our poems exploding on the smooth glass of perfection, finger-triggers bleeding on the computer keys screaming and sighing we will be buried alone not remembered by anyone in this world all of us on our bellies in the end earth spinning slower weight of all our dying bodies striving, striving for what? Please wail with [...]

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A single howl Across my backyard, Evening approaching, An old song in my head. Where are you now? Has the sea swept you away? At some distant shore do you await? Your face cold? I am here forever, Too worn to move on. Forgive me For not understanding… When we were young And believing The [...]

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The clouds are opening, Those that gave the rain. The grass wet and clean, A stillness waiting… Open the door, Take my hand… Glide with me Over the land. The wind singing Its magic hum… All the living intertwined with the passing away… Death is a doorway To the essence of being More than we [...]

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They killed my sister. Hung her on the side of the road. An example not to tell, when you see how they pull our strings from birth to premature death. She was a good girl. Changed her clothes behind the door leading the revolution. She’s still alive in spirit. Her voice sweet as a lioness [...]

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Somewhere out in the dark spiked sand-traps waiting fingers made of frayed metal ready to grab under the ground face of Iraq chewing wanting to tear our flesh and snap bones our truckloads rumbling into a town of huts impossible to glide over their bulging veins bomb blast jerks the underworld into our rubber tires careening off [...]

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