I don't do spoken word I
perform a living sentence I'm
a pro noun taming verbs and
the pretentious
miss the premise
they
don't
see
poetry's a gift
which opens people
up like presents well
of course this caged bird
sings his song's
protesting
each bars' presence us
wild flowers bloom
regardless of
a garden's
fences
and
when
the sun
declines
(to shine) the night
de-lights all
of our senses















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Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. ~Zen Saying
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of course this caged bird
sings his song's
protesting'
byoootiful. =]
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"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
"poetry's a gift/which opens people/up like presents"
So true.
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an antique arms and armor expert
any praise is high praise
coming from your
direction.
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