free verse
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Thanks for sharing my world with me.I just want you to know,That I will give you everything you needIn o to grow.Love I’ve got and freely give.I’ve got loads of it in store.I’ll bless you with it permanently.I’ll always give you more.
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Her lips taste of absinthe and full moons. Her scent is of purple sunsets and pure passion. The nectar of the gods as near as I can tell— She mystifies me, fascinates me, Challenges me. I have never met anyone like her before. It throbs like an itch In desperate need of scratching Overwhelms my…
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What is there left when hope is gone? How do we go on? When knowledge enlightens, The horror is revealed. Then one must live with the sins of the rest. And somehow try to sleep. Fellowship is what we have. Love is left when hope is gone. Togetherness. We don’t need All the things They…
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Feels like we’re floating endlessly In a vast vacuum of space. Lots of mistakes in this picture. I remind myself that there are no rules. But if there were rules we’d break them. For we have transformed into a species of excess. We can’t stray far from that. If there is enough we want more.…
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Why is it Newton we think of when we Think of gravity— Sitting under his tree— The apple hits his knee— When it wasn’t ‘til Einstein That we had a working Theory of gravity?
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We can’t quite remember Whe’r in May or December Or was it in September? We decided to meet. And what was the method? By which two intrepid Souls then accepted (Were we even discreet?) If someone were tracking The cases we’re cracking, And found them all lacking, Would they then do the math? From all…
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I wrote this poem for me, you see? And not at all for you. Wait, you expected more from me? I dwell within the truth. You may call me vain, but you Do not know who I am. If you loved you as I love me Well, then you’d understand. See,…
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I am money I am wealth Unmitigated greed I am progress I am stealth I’m all I’ll ever need I am labor Pay me please The smallest portion of The billions that I’m Making thee It’s not an act of love I am worry I am pain I’m all I can afford I am vapid…
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A dream’s a thing of fancy A heart demands the truth To divine your heart, my dear It should not take a sleuth. A heart like mine is open And ready to receive An equal in proportion… Though I’m a bit naive. But you wear a mask, my dear, I cannot see behind.…
Musings of the Mad 