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born stranger
in the world of lovelessness, all forms of art become a stillborn pain, they're born nevertheless as strangers to rage ...
The poet’s privilege
A poet goes beyond reality and has the right to be excluded from the petty troubles of mundaneness, since it's ...
The longest moment
When love returns with something like a vengeance set with fullest sails and rushing in with forward wind, I hesitate ...
Time, And The Oak
remembering the formal years and earlier ownership Pic: is of the very tree that stood at what was one corner ...
Born To Die.
Born To Die (Warning may offend). We are born to die within that murky truth we fly. But inside we ...
Metaphysical
some wondering-about rant... Long since dead and still alive, a mystery perhaps that might await us all here in the ...
You are not alone.
You are not alone. For I'm with you. I will watch your beauty. I will rock you to and fro ...
Tenderness
Delicateness makes tenderness more vulnerable. Not all can understand, that tenderness has more than one side: depth of empathy for ...
New York New York.
I've been to New York many times now over the years, but this was my second time and I wanted ...
Attempt at some self-definition
Drifting lonely as a cloud of no more stuff than dreams are made of is the dream of my existence, ...