Daily Archives: November 7, 2013

A Woman in Her Prime

She knows the law But broke the love Into unfixable pieces With those mean words In the month of September In an ember temper I guess I vividly remember   I could feel it, The world was crumbling Crumbling and … Continue reading

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A Lonely Man

A lonely mind is an unruly land Where chaos does not take a bow   A lonely mind is an infertile land That falls fallow for a spruce plow   A lonely mind is a market of dodging ideas A … Continue reading

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I have no shoes

That was what he told us That won our hearts And made us hail Here comes our messiah We thought he was like us He would be empathetic in our cause Because he had no shoes He gained our sympathy … Continue reading

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perhaps he thinks he will be president in heaven

he bears his power on his head and shoulders with his authority he dictates the being of those beings that are living in his territory and decides where those who have died will lay their empty heads and worn-out bodies … Continue reading

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She Has Short Legs

She has short legs And she has big hips She’s got a decent nose And she’s got more than eight toes She has tremendous lips And still just a single nose And I am not sure where it goes She … Continue reading

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I Read King Lear

I read King Lear A hundred times or more When one say I just leered at him Then fell down on the floor David Schwartz

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Unequal Equation

Life is Fleeting, failing, loving In the hands of the maker Given to the hands of the holder Rushed, embraced, held like no other   On tomorrow’s plaque On yesterday’s back burner Changed, controlled, manipulated with consequence Solved with no … Continue reading

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Laid to Rest

Steps to Heaven or hell   That’s the only real decision we make in life We make not life itself The blame is laid across the busy city streets The blame hangs proudly On the American flags we wave Placed … Continue reading

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The Key

I am defied daily The room will not yield to me Do the storehouse not present, Present a key to turn The fulfilling knob of words? I dream a god Yet I stand not yet as one When pages demand … Continue reading

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