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Two Souls Sat Before Me
Two souls sat before me One pointed straight and one askew Well-worn but still some cushion there Both carried stains and patches new Then I heard a ticking o’er my head Not quite above, but to my left...
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Muse
A muse appears in many forms From beautiful to beastly The art we bear equally so From hellish born to priestly –April Resnick The Good and Evil Angels, by William Blake
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Devil’s Radio
When is turning away Simply saving myself The static makes it tougher to tell I’ll tune out what they say Leave their life on their shelf Learn my own way around my own hell -a.r. Painting: Jeff’s...
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A Welcomed Hell
I have purposely preserved my voice As this summer sinks itself to close My words required more reserve My stylus only silence spoke No motion of emotions here No echo made its way to page I needed...
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Test
Oh to be a big ink blot On God’s plain-white bedsheets A spot that He cannot un-see A Stain that won’t come clean -a.r.
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Misfortune
I found an ace of spades And fixed it firmly on a spike It functioned well Bejeweled my hell But left its pointed scar behind -me Painting: Ace of Spades, by Jimi Gleason
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The Circle
Took me seven triesI almost stopped at sort ofSix But I persist -me Photo by me
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