“Slowly, His Heart Does Beat; Quiet As The Sea; On A Cold Starry Night; Brisk And Fresh, The Air; Whispered

“A new kind of man, of platinum and goretex;

With rough-cut stockings and passion for raw sex;

Hydraulic piston pumps;

A fuel injected genocide;

Fine wine and armiretta;

Came to try the wild side;

Smooth, fluid;

Lubricated pain delivery;

One quick prick;

A life of pain and misery;

Quick, slick;

Tender filth with caviar;

Serve rotting flesh with a little zest;

Call me fit to serve a star;

Rolex, stussy, Maybach, the top dollar;

No less than best, a pleasure quest;

Still the gutters hear him holler;

Glass screens with silent screams;

The desperate needs of youth

Old men cry, and they then die;

Oh why, oh why, no truth;”

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Sweet Summer Dear

“Locks of chocolate;

My sweet summer dear;

Eyes of bronze;

Her beauty I fear;

Cannot compare;

To any you know;

These words shall fail;

But on I must go;

For beauties sake;

I try;

Oh I try;

To capture my love;

Held earnest in eye;

Tender and fierce;

Her soul hot with fire;

I go without;

For my heart is in dire;

Need of such comforts;

As lovers embrace;

My sweet summer dear;

Oh please just erase;

This pain from my heart;

Plead people around;

From heaven to hell;

Or sky to ground;

My sweet summer dear;

Steals hearts with a glance;

Scrunches them up;

Then charges with lance;

Pierces and conquers;

Then throws without;

Loves exit the trance;

Words failed;

No doubt;”

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“With muscle of lead;

But mind like iron;

With a heart of gold;

And passionate crying;

Come one, come all;

Here be pain;

Here be sorrow;

His midnight tears;

Are gone on the morrow;

Tired and weary;

His eyes do tell;

Those lies of courage;

Oh known too well;

To friends and foes;

Show no compare;

Brave wrinkled heart;

A-shock with care;

Fear and doubt;

Oh grip so tight;

So cry to me;

My sweet;

Goodnight;”

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Rain undone

“Sold his heart, in a backstreet corner;

Dark and bleak, the tears of a mourner;

Slow yet steady, the shadows creep;

With silent steps, hear not a creak;

Come light of day, turn rain undone;

Come rays of sun, oh what fun;

Sky cracked wide, and earth closed over;

Blackened skin, bright supernova;”

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“The naked moon, painted; Pink with envy. Stares greedily upon the land Dunes, moving in their turn. Call back to her from below; Her supple flesh, naught but a sliver, smiles shyly upon lovers wrapped in passion; On young babes, squealing in fright; Her fey light, dull and ghostly, entices young lithe bodies, whispering of wanderings; Of lonely clouds, of cirrus and cumulonimbus; of far off lands; Of exotic desert woman, with eyes of piercing marble, and veils of black pitch; Her lust, springs forth from her loins; And spills across the seas; Intoxicating sailors; And inciting miseries; Lonely nights of longing; Come quick upon their ships; Dreams of fine young women; With thick and supple lips; ”

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i the eye

“i;

A mirror;

Who’s eyes look inward;

Eyes searching for i;

Who is the i that searches, and who’s eyes do search for i?;

For what am i? But a mirror who searches inward;

Reflected back;

Unto the infinite;”

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Nights in Arabia

“I dream of green;

Then I dream of bronze;

I dream;

Oh;

I dream;

Of sunlit shafts;

And winding roads;

Of springtime blossom;

The squawk of crows;

I dream of sand and salt;

Of harsh sea winds;

;

Of eyes, slits of vision;

Held fast against the dark desert dust;

I dream of dunes;

Shifting and swaying with change;

Moving in time with the breath of the world;

I dream of oasis;

Of veils and strange women;

Of war and peace;

Of hawks, hunting prey in twilight;

Of conquest;

Pillage and plunder;

Of nights in Arabia;

;”

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“In a world of busyness and action;

I am still. I am silent;

.

Noise of excess;

Of screeching tyres;

Of high heels on tile;

Of strutting skirts and sweeping suits;

Of running and impatient waiting;

I hear, and yet I do not;

Of tics and bells;

And whistles and alarms;

On and on, the reminders march;

I here;

I hear not”

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