Divine Reciprocity

For the poets of reciprocity


Father OF Glory
Hide ME
IN the gray foggy sleeves
OF A Warm Summer's eve
In the crevice of
a mountain high
Till I Awaken with a sigh
of angelic delight

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Fool'S Epitaph

HE WAS Always A Bully
Pretending NOT TO BE
A Good Show OF Deception

HOW CAN A Fool Ever BE Thankful
OR Happy
Knowing HE IS A Fool

Knowing HE IS Doomed AND Condemned
TO Making A Lifetime OF Memories
OF Being A Fool
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OLD AGE IS A Teacher

IT Teaches US TO Think About
What WE ARE Doing
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THE Mystserious Beautiful Lady

YOU Will Sleep FOR 24 Hours
AND Awaken Feeling Totally Refreshed
Feeling Happy AND Young Again
What IS THE Secret OF THE Beautiful Lady?
They DON'T Want YOU TO Know

( I OWE ALL That I AM, IF Anything, TO MY MOM
AND DAD, AND MY Brother, Danny, Whose Memory
Torments ME Into Writing What I Have Written

2017 wesley storeri (All rights reserved)

21 hours ago


By assisi

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