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MIRROR'S CORNER

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THE DEAD MAN’S TALE

The day is young and my soul is weary, Sit, for my tale is long and might leave you teary, It began long ago, this tale which is the truth. Foolhardy I was, even in the prime...

CLARIFIED THOUGHT

I'm a man, Formed from the dust of the earth. Placed in the midst of God's heart To be a companion and a friend. I'm a man, Brewed in royalty, Destined to demonstrate His majesty In...

FALLEN SACRIFICES

  Inscribed in the heart of men Mighty works of the fallen heads Like a gigolo as the Catholic priest. Drops of beautiful cravings Dancing on to glory The firstborn of all frivolities. Merrymaking in the palace of the forsaken With resounding cymbals cremating silence A...

SILENT ECHO

It was on a blue bright day, I dreamt of you Sitting under the big blue moon that day So filled with thoughts engraving my inner mind Breeze blowing as that from the deep blue sea That awkward...

LUCK

Let me ridicule this so called existence That has been placed with overt importance On every facet of the word LIFE. LUCK! This delirious beauty comes with a clock And it's nitty-gritty in terms of lack. Y'all say "I was...

CAN WE?

When you give a ring, There's silence at both ends. Our text history, Is as full as space. Can we talk? Like we used to, Late into the dark nights, Sitting calm in terror. At a corner Watching kids play. Then I remembered how We'd...

HATE NOT THE POEM, NEITHER THE POET

If my simile is as dry as the dust of Sahara, Don't pour your Atlantic word to make it wet, My words seem to be a walking sun? Don't abuse them; I'm only using metaphor well. I might...

DEATH

Living and breathing is free, With enough oxygen to breathe. It came and acted in greed, Robbed it of air and took out the breed. Little anti-dotes and biotics to heal, With a little overdose enough to kill. It came...

BROKEN BUT FINE

She was bartered like a thief and thrown into mud, Her pride was snatched away by misfortune, Her prestige is gone, far away in the desert, Where an oasis doesn't exist. She was left in agony, to...

THE HORSE OF WOMEN

To be sincere women are, sometimes, humoristic in nature. When they are in love, they are ready to become turn-me-to-what-you-like. They are a picture of love. When they are with their lovers, you will...

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