All ‘great’ poets have one thing in common
Above all else, they let what they loved kill them, ’til they were able to stand on the shoulders of literary giants
Never truly deceased
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Recent Poems
- THESE HOMESPUN HEROES- it is true. The bruises do make them beautiful
- – Bobbing for Apples –
- – capable people with whispers for Kisses –
- – going for gold and any which way that they can manage –
- – Twin Skies At Night –
- – Smiling for a Very Long Time –
- – strength in suffering –
- – Anticipating The Ugly Root Of The Truth –
- – a softly suggestion –
- – Accentuating The Impossible –
- -Bullets Built For Brilliantly Disingenuous People-
- – inside it hides: A Dostoyevskian smile –
- – Black Silk –
- – time for protocol to take a step back and ask itself a question –
- – Dumbfounded By The Might Of Unofficial Brilliance /
- – watch her words soar as though wildfire near the winding of the winds –
- – Dropping His Shoulders He Takes A Big, Deep And Dutifully Dreamlike Breath Again And For The First Time Ever –
- – With Their Finger Put Upon The PuLsE Of PrEcIsIoN –
- – Lambs –
- / Floorboards be Damned – There’s a Beautiful Story In There Somewhere
- 😃
- – it’s a whole load of clothes off another persons back –
- – Speed-test –
- – Their Five-Second Smile Says It All, Really; A Rallying Of Thoughts That JUST MUST Make Sense Of Themselves –
- – Recommended Recollections /
- – When The Light Sleeps And The Artist Weeps… With The Sense Of Wonder Inside: Of Their Wide-Awake Eyes –
- Motherfuckingbliss(((!!!!!)))
- – This Is How The Beauty Breathes.. bReAthLessLy –
- – Accepted –
- – This Comically Disgusting Entanglement Of Theirs –
- – Sculpting A Brand New Landscape –
- – Surfing the Wave of Significance –
- – Whilst He Painted A Portraiture Of One Son –
- – dAnCiNg WiTh sUiCiDe iN mInD –
- Working poem piece (untitled)
- – She Shoots Bullets With Her Brain –
- – Shielded from the Breeze –
- – Press Play –
- – She Played Her Life Like A Piano In The Breeze –
- – this purpose of theirs is to bathe in brilliance –
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