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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 For What it's Worth Love 10/9/2017
 Xanadu Fantasy Poems 10/9/2017
 Respect Love 10/9/2017
 Lily Fantasy Poems 10/9/2017
 Creativity In Writing Love 10/9/2017
 A Reason To Be Love 10/8/2017
 Velvet Underground Fantasy Poems 10/6/2017
 Blue Eyes Crying in The Wind Love 10/6/2017
 A Flight Of The Albatross Love 10/5/2017
 Help Me Understand Love 10/5/2017
 Creativity was in his genes Tupac exhibi Love 10/4/2017
 Laughter's Best Medicine Love 10/4/2017
 Riders on the storm Insight 10/3/2017
 Miles from no where Love 10/3/2017
 A plate of glass Love 10/3/2017
 Let Your Mind Relax Love 10/3/2017
 Collective Unconsciousness Inspirational Poems 10/2/2017
 A Wanderer Love 10/1/2017
 Solace In A Rose Love 10/1/2017
 A beautiful flower display Love 10/1/2017
 What Are We Protesting For ? Love 10/1/2017
 Why Do We Even Bother ? Love 10/1/2017
 Dream Interpretation Love 9/30/2017
 What Hurts You The Most ? Love 9/30/2017
 These Eyes Love 9/30/2017
 Bird Song Love 9/29/2017
 Bananas For Jesus Love 9/29/2017
 Fatal Attraction Love 9/28/2017
 God Will Lead You Life 9/28/2017
 Autumn Sighs Love 9/28/2017
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For What it's Worth



laughter
filter through the sun
whispers
a whole host of brevity

through the corridor of my mind one would suffice
once this life is lived never another chance at which to roll the dice
a fatalist
like a bird on a wire

snap shot moments of our past
hoping that you would soon grasp
a memory of a distant shore
the quest to want more

we are buried yet burdened from deep inside
the sweat of the hands
when will we ever live to understand
lucid dreams

things falling apart at the seams
lets look ahead and never from behind
the crust of the bisquit is the apostrophe
better off letting things be

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