Poetry
Come With Me to the Beach My Love
Come with me to the beach my love. Let us wiggle toes in the sand, Let our skin drink the sun, And our lips drink each other. Come play...
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A Man Is A Mountain
Art by: Christophe Vacher A man is a mountain. He is a bed for weary minds. A ladder for souls to climb. A haven for all the forsaken. He is...
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Can You Say You’re Lucky
Can you say you’re lucky, When the universe hits you square in the jaw, Breaks your bones, You’re seeing stars, Sippin smoothie through wired bars, Can you say it...
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A wild man is not a boyfriend, he is a force.
Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons? Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic Black,...
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The Warrior Questions
Over leather boiled and mail oiled, Rooted I stand with sword gleaming. Eyes squinted, tuned for battle, Scanning, searching for demons teaming. As I wait at ready my arms grow...
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Beseeching Sleep's Mistress
Cursed be the early birds That chirp before the morn, Mocking as I sleepless lay With bedsheets all a-worn. Mercy! O’ elusive temptress, Pour yourself into my eyes. Let me...
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