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I have no regret, no grinder of remorse, nor memory of the dental chair.I have no feeler of sins lost in sand dust with golden teeth, diamond over lay of lies.Do not dance, play checkers, between the lines of memory-black/white.I am a sinner wild with... Read More
We all sat with the urge to runfrom a house in-between two conflicting townsa man sat with the body of his daughterfloating like a voice drowning in space, before me,he had a bowl full of blood in his palms.You know how it is to have seen a waryour... Read More
She set her life to cruise controlpreferring a leisurely driveand Sunday afternoon sceneryto a one-woman racesimply for the sake of speed and curiosityI am that one womanwho cut the cable to my brakespressing the pedal to the pavementscreaming past... Read More
It is a perfect poetry portrait,Pixels precisely picturing her posture,Painted purple and pink,Perplexing prowess in purchasing perspectives,Punitive points on primary politics,Penned with pride and painted with passion.Pardon my progressive pattern of... Read More
Old men walk funny with shadows eating at their heels.Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, and then mostly die.They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their bank account numbers,dwell whether they wear dentures, uppers or... Read More
His days marched in placedays like tin soldiers each onepushing the next aside. Hurry, hurry before it is too late…inside a gaping hole to be filled.More and more of the surfaceof his life was covered by dust. The hallway gave off a... Read More
A chair has arms and legs,But no character.Similar to that personWho is holdingAnd occupying it. The back of the chair is quite flexible;It can bend at different angles,Only to assist the backless decisions:An outstanding fashion among chair... Read More
Today humanity died a little moreand we sacrificed a little onefor the sins we createdwe even snapped souvenirs to celebrate our evilToday Heaven weptand the Man on the cross bled againToday the devil sanghe found more souls to carry out his plansToday... Read More
On pages that shelterMeans to meaningThere, some searched!There, some found loveOn deck of TitanicWhere memories of Jack and RoseStill stench of their affectionThere, some found love!Drowned and buried beneath trenchIn Paradise of harlotsWhere pleasure... Read More