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Deep within me I thirst for comfort But I wouldn't compromise Justice for its existence; Wounded, I truly was But I wouldn't substitute My integrity for recovery.   I am bent but not broken My body is weak but ...

The Scene.             The room is lit by an unshaded light. The stench of sweat pervades the night. The walls are painted a snakish green. Avarice on all but one, can be ...

Flimsy speaking. Clings to reason; senseless. Sober. Stupid!Think: the reasons you are lucid are the reasons I am Not(?) familiar with the subject nor related definitions.Longer watching, hearing: lesser seeing, ...

Teeming with thoughts of forever He hides his shattered soul. Wanting.. yet wanted… He doesn’t understand the goal.   Sometimes life overwhelms His sense of trust is shattered. A belief in a higher esteem Of everything that mattered.   When ...

If you wanted a tree   I would plant the largest oak You have ever seen. I would have it shelter you With leaves of green.   If you wanted a star   I would take a rocket to ...

"What is poetry", the young poet asked. The older poet paused, took a piece of paper, folded it into the form of a paper dart and launched it into the ...

The space I leave between “You are the answer” And “I love you.”   The first breath I take In the morning When your face Enters my mind.   The very second I realize That I would like to make love But ...

The struggles of an aspiring author are widely known, it is a tough, uncompromising industry to break into. You have to get used to rejection, and constantly strive to improve ...

He moved my desk to the spot I wanted Then made a joke about how spoiled I was. How when my life fell apart people moved me Out to the country, Yet when his ...

I dance in empty hallways Hoping nobody notices Then wondering why Nobody notices.   I creep around in darkness Begging for Hades to come along So I can fight him But he never shows up.   I chase dreams with ...

The gentle phase of autumn is over Now its clarion call is 'winter comes', And I am hunched against a wind that is rushing me, Pushing me to do what what must be ...

trangely holding diligence in his teeth While evil was afoot. He took the strap of justice out And told me to stay put.   What if you are pulling weapons out And all you fight is ...

Take my hand Let me show you The darker side of you. The place where your fears Dance in tune With your ignorance. Where your stupidity Runs rampant Because it can. Where you have cried Because you didn’t get something You ...

You whispered “let’s make love like we’re married” And I smiled because I knew. There isn’t anyone in the world I’d rather be with Or do anything with but you. We’ve divided continents to ...

“IT’S NOT ABOUT SENTIMENT, IT’S PAIN: RAW, COLD, AND INTENSE.” In silence the final assault, surely the final encounter is awaited. The forces of Death and Despair had launched attacks precisely, without respite ...

Let me talk of forgiveness. Not the touchy-feely kind; plastic smile, insincere hug, hard eyes. I’m talking about pain and anger that resides so deep; that seethes and slivers through every breath, every waking ...

Wearied by a surfeit of history and sun's glare I retraced my steps back to St. Mark's square Found a seat on the shady side and, with a grateful sigh, Sipped a cooling ...

Son of God? An ordinary man? Was he there, when it all began? The Deistic “Big Bang”? The eve of Creation? Does it matter? Wars between nations are corporate business. Profit must be maintained. Hate is created, goodness how easy it ...

How should I write the story of my life? Might not be polite to dwell on such strife. Should I write my words in blood? That’s how it feels. Each sharp like a sword, in confusion reels. Ink? ...

I am I am that I am I am that I was I am that I will be Neither add nor subtract The essence of being Les Bush 27 May 2013 ...

You are the wind that blows on my shoulder.. The sun that shines on my face.. A part that went missing in a puzzle.. That suddenly found its place.. The aftermath of a terrible ...

I contain within me the power to recover the wand But I’m not interested in the feast. Celebrate your victories, you fools As they celebrate defeat. I am marked at the ankle because of ...

Swirling in bad emotions She doesn't know how to deal. Wondering if just this time her wordsmith will help her heal. Takes shattered fragments to him lays it out carefully. He investigates the situation And offers her ...

Beachy Head is a chalk headland in Southern England, close to the town of Eastbourne in the county of East Sussex.             Mr Twister had a sister who now had another ...