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T.R.

T.R.

Before I Forget

I’m going to die
I know that now
For this I don’t lie
For I don’t know how
 
The words don’t come out
But I know what to say
I can’t die without
The prices I pay
 
For if I don’t say it
I will, then, offend
A friendship, I pay it
But don’t want it to end
 
To say I have lost you
I’m going to regret
To tell you I love you
Before I forget

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Cliff

In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
The Return

How am I supposed to know? What I am supposed to show? What am I supposed to say? When I do not run away? How do I react when I
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Doves come From the Dark

I fall And as I fall I see black Black everywhere For my eyes are closed And they will not open
July

Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…
As I Walked Up to the Drive

Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
With The Roaches I Share

With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
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The Titan's Black Stone

‘Tis a black stone underwater Of a helmsman feeling pain. ‘Tis the fall of Titan’s daughter… ‘Tis a confident marauder, Who, with blood, herself she stain…
Kingdom of the Prince

In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
I am not a kisser...

Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,
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Mr. Metal

My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
In A River Where There Are None

And you and I can keep going And you and I can recover For the blood flows as the river g… And I and you float on its waters And I and you know well
Dearly Beloved

Dearly Beloved, The sand is not hot, The water, not wet. A beach, it is not. The battles lie fought
I Am The Sultan

As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
Ideas of Ideas

I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
The Haunting Breezes

Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!



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