Centaur.

Truth.Tears, may you filter through the nest of life Falling slowly. Sun drops and rain, They kiss each breath andTruth.
Grip the larynx, choking With each tiny prayer Sounding morning.


Love PoemLove Poem I cant quite speak with you, for when I do,Love Poem
It seems Eros has taken my voice, sodden with sick sweetness, So it may lie to waste,
At the bottom of a swamp, perhaps in my garbage-can Where it may fester and wilt.
They look like demons, crawling over What I could have said.
I wanted to write to you The page, like pepper All blacks and whites not quite the truth
Buckling with the weight of these words The print could not contain these feelings.
It stung my fingers to touch
What might have be


A Short and Simple Something.Of course you have to draw it Out into the world, the flesh of old times And the taste of smooth-as-silk Flower-petals. Like lace, We dance in the sun.A Short and Simple Something.
We spin on tired pages and Old days and A tired sort of sonnet that Touches my ears, like the wind and Shifts in the velvet of the
moon.
Thank you for being here.
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~ L x
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~ L x
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~ L x
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Dum spiro spero.
"You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."
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~ L x
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After playing around YouTube I finally discovered the man in your avatar was not some random pedophile.
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~ L x
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