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    They Chirp at Night

    It’s night There are frogs outside Hiding in the grass and flowers No light Except for the stars, worldwide Shining through the late night hours Evening full Of the chirping frogs All sounding out of order Tides pull And push back the sog It made of the pink sand border Moon’s up Soaring in the sky Like a silent Good Friday kite The flower cups They’re where the frogs lie Whenever they chirp at night

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    Holiday for Empathy

    As the snow falls in the northern world And the gifts packed under the fir are unfurled Let it be known what it is today Let the joy for all be on display Your hearts, I hope to touch While I know this small verse won’t be much To all: Let empathy take over the mind So it can treat our fellow humankind And without any more delays Merry Christmas and a Happy Holidays. Originally uploaded on December 25, 2016

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    The Pen of a Poet

    The pen of a poet with a low wit has nothing to do with the shoe of those who wrote their prose before them. The same tool can be filled with the drool of those idiots who pivot their pens on the paper to make a dot and sell it as a caper. The words they write have as much bite as the spot of spit they made or, more accurately, laid on the sheet and could easily be beat by a small cinder that would lie on their pad and hinder them. However, ink may be read even after some smolder and can age even older than saliva, which…

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    The Manipulator

    A painter of reality itself To many a loyal fan. A main player of his base’s shelf Of lies with dishonorable plans A guy with the tally to push around A man smaller than he Without the skills to predict the sound Of the outcries that shall spree. A manipulator that dons titles To distract from the man he is. So he can keep his sheep from eating his vitals And claim their value as his. A builder that creates a great wall Between his practices and image. Thus when his wall is threatened to fall, He makes excuses using his lineage. A disgusting human who cannot admit That he…

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    Political Nihilism

    What is the meaning of political leanings if all they cause are fights? What is the definition of political ambition if all of politics is shite? Why do we care about foreign affairs if we want to keep them out? What is the use of talking about any kind of abuse if both sides just argue and shout? What is the reason of going through the seasons if we have to go through all of this? What is the point of our leader, to appoint if all our options just miss? Why should we go through all of this shit? We go through this all the time. Why should we…

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    To Hold On To You Forever

    I love how your hair is so beautiful And that your skin is so smooth to the touch When you are singing, me to sleep you lull For it’s so peaceful when you sing so much The love I had for you matched no others Shall your beauty be ever eternal Even if our fate, it, to us, smothers I still have you encased in this journal You are very stunning, inside and out From your completion that does not have age To the way you sound when you scream and shout Even the blood I’m using on this page I have you in my hands for me to look For…

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    Black and White Rainbow

    The static clears and the world is set With Dorothy staring into the sunset As well as a rainbow so far away That must have been colored white and gray This black and white rainbow That has been so dull What is there to show That isn’t here to mull From blades of grass to iron wood trees These are the materials that we need to ease Any other struggle that we may have here Instead of looking past anything, failing to endear This black and white rainbow We always hope has color So we suspend belief of what we know To submit to the allor Originally uploaded on June 27,…

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    Walls Shall Fall

    The uneven surface of the walls, Made completely of limestone bricks, They topple down with just a push From the hurricane’s wind licks. A little ways from all else, As down all the walls shall fall. From the ashes to ashes, dust to dust, The empire that once stood tall. Originally uploaded June 24, 2016. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

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    Politics AKA This is NOT what I wanted to discuss

    Politics, Politics oh golly my, A subject that balances facts with lies. Politics, politics oh golly me, Probably not the talk to have over tea. For as the subject turns brutal, and you talk about sin, You’ll find your tea, from your cup, all over him. The friend, you realized, has different views than you, It instantly turns you to enemies from dudes. This comes from a spark or even a small comment, That you really thought would be pretty harmless. But since you started it there is no stop, Until someone has to do something that actually is not, As circular an argument as this topic seems, That is…

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    A Dark and Stormy Night

    The Clouds are gray, and the forest is quite a sight, It is what happens, on a dark and stormy night. Watch and see, as the remnants of magic fade, Gaze upon this most beautiful trade. See the color drain slightly from the leaves, As the witchcraft, out from it bleeds. Gaze upon the lightning strike, As it burns the sorcery bright. Watch as gods fall, struck by their own might, Masked by the sound of thunder and light. Look at them fall, see where they lie, Look at them crash, as they die. Make haste, make haste so you won’t miss, The death of the old ways, good bye…