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Stand In Your Light

I know who i am do you? There are walls and canyons of deception Trying to manipulate a cookie cutter world But we are originals While we walk two-by- two ( even when one of our two leaves no footprints) We stand on stilts made… Read More »Stand In Your Light

Stand In Your Light

I know who i am do you? There are walls and canyons of deception Trying to manipulate a cookie cutter world But we are originals While we walk two-by- two ( even when one of our two leaves no footprints) We stand on stilts made… Read More »Stand In Your Light

Nothing

Nothing but blue will do Except when it is orange! then we shall say God bless you! Do you know? I love you? Somewhere, someone clapped and fairies danced for Tinkerbell! You smiled, I felt you! Now we must speak of our other exception to… Read More »Nothing

Cloaked

Do you have a cloak? I am a super hero in secret … You are too!! Maybe you have a cloak too! Joseph had a coat of many colors Dolly sang about hers I wear in the real a beautiful sleeveless robe Which makes me… Read More »Cloaked

Nothing

Nothing but blue will do Except when it is orange! then we shall say God bless you! Do you know? I love you? Somewhere, someone clapped and fairies danced for Tinkerbell! You smiled, I felt you! Now we must speak of our other exception to… Read More »Nothing

Cloaked

Do you have a cloak? I am a super hero in secret … You are too!! Maybe you have a cloak too! Joseph had a coat of many colors Dolly sang about hers I wear in the real a beautiful sleeveless robe Which makes me… Read More »Cloaked

This Is How Poets Play

You stand here looking like Thoreau, acting like Whitman, And behaving like Frost! And then expect me to not act like Millay? Go find Poe and Dickinson, call up Tennyson Here we go – this is poet’s play! And then round up Shakespeare, Kipling, Nash,… Read More »This Is How Poets Play

Whilst

Whilst I breathe I must say there is nothing worth dismay Inside us all floats the need, to be that which, brings peace. So Lord, whilst I breathe, let that need, be brighter, than any misdeed!

This Is How Poets Play

You stand here looking like Thoreau, acting like Whitman, And behaving like Frost! And then expect me to not act like Millay? Go find Poe and Dickinson, call up Tennyson Here we go – this is poet’s play! And then round up Shakespeare, Kipling, Nash,… Read More »This Is How Poets Play

Whilst

Whilst I breathe I must say there is nothing worth dismay Inside us all floats the need, to be that which, brings peace. So Lord, whilst I breathe, let that need, be brighter, than any misdeed!