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Bar Keep

Tale from the old west.

The cattle drive was overand the men had drawn their pay –was time to lose those weeks of bluesand to find a place to stay. They wandered past an old saloonbuilt of wood and rusted tin –a place where scamps and saddle trampscame to gamble, drink and sin....

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I wake up every morning from a total lack of sleep, soaking wet with tears and sweat from notions that I keep. I still can feel the bruises from the beating that I got, a belt to mesh with tender flesh – it happens quite a lot. My parents say they love me...

On Heaven's canvas touching scented braille from cacoon to mariposa emerged blue wings my frail butterfly like a parasol neath rainbow sky feeling God's kiss

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Of lust's Hypnotics with death's encore the lock and key to my feather's opera as memories never die penned in the mind of my macabre at twilight's sobriety falling in gravity...

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Life in the old Montmartre, to drink to Love and Life, to share lust with artists, blend into their paintings, oblivious to space and time. To live for love and lust, to love and lust so as to live, to lose and win with a smile, to love a writer, seduce m...

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1 week ago

The “P” word

How should we call other folk

The “P” word I don’t understand prejudice, don’t ask me to I think it is negative and without value I don’t have names for other folks To ridicule them or make them a joke Be they homosexual, lesbian or in-between It is up to them how they will be seen If...

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In pantomime on the walls hung with webs and shadows with too many tinctures of ghost and dancehalls The embers are charcoals with many scars and splinters of many old wives tales and Mason jars Now just memories of ghosts who have come and gone with too...

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2 weeks ago


A moment of isloation with sweet memories

The blue sky is far high, Stars twinkle in the sky, The North Star is upright, The night is at its height, Moon beams silver light, Waiting for her flight, She is my every delight, Destiny conveys a blight, She is nowhere in sight, Night turns into a spit...

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In the darkness, as my words gowriting through twilightno storms at my wakesilent as the terrapinsfrom my fingertips to shadowsthat dwell in my soulof Zanzibar's trade windsand my annihilationcleansing my skeletonto walk among the nightfrom goth to hedger...

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2 weeks ago

At Sunset

Sitting watching the sun go down in Rockingham Beach in Western Australia.

At Sunset. The evening’s velvet darkening hue we sit and watch both me and you And as the sun it slowly sinks we watch it change the darkening pinks And as the night creeps slowly on It steals the light from the sinking sun The birds made their very last...

Time brings memories in dreams as two lives pass moonbeams of Aquarius and translation in tears, weeping of pinions beating in flight time brings forever of bluetail butterflies from a Cyrillus of winged sleeves a fashionista of buttons and seams with sha...

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3 weeks ago


To twilight's core

With wings alluring, obsessive, and hauntingdecadent to the twilight's coreembracing breath of the lonely in deathkissing your shadow with erotica's scentof patchouli flames, dripping ashes of love with a beautiful valence of night tonesof gothic frescos...

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Four seasons of allegro Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter With a tempo as birds shadow the mantle Heralding carols of God's meadows Over heaven's Espirito Hallelujah bound

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Pretty Boy

Pretty boy, pretty boy, why must you tease me so?

Pretty boy, pretty boy, Why must you tease me so? With those chocolate eyes Staring into my soul? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Are you even real? Did I make you up While in the land of dreams? Pretty boy, pretty boy, Take my hand in yours. Lead and I will foll...

In my qualms of finishing this comprehensive labor, I ask the mind to not astray. For a cognitive wanderer will find war in the lands of the unknown A slave, trapped in a superficial limbo of mental anguish. Not a thought, but rather a presence of an evil...

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