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Reflection 9/11
Continuing on the 911 theme.... In the distance, Somewhere far away, A trumpet was heard, And a Broken Hearted Melody Played innocentl...
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On the Border Just beneath my heart, is a place for you. I had to remove you from my heart, But I could only place you so far a...
One Night
It was a typical summer night, Streetlights haloed in the navy sky - Filled with possibilities, My soft shoes padded the surface of The ...
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Durachio Not enough trees in the world To shade me from myself. Not enough blindness To shield me from my truth. Not enough...
Surfin' San Onofre
(Part of a book on California Saints written in poetry and sonnets...) Surfin' San Onofre What had caused the noxious problems, Again...
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Someone Else
You only might have known,
Who I was that first year,
After that, we became strangers.
Your imagination describing
What seemed obvious to you.
I watched, as you mentally wrote
A biography that was not me.
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