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#91

Paint On My Skin

The BLM Movement.
Had I been painted in black And I were to walk the town Would you still smile my way Or upon me look down For what is the reason to scorn Those of flesh and blood our kind Had I...

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#92

ILLUSIONISTIC LOVE

It hurts when you love someone , you ignore how much pain it causes and walk the path happily , but in the end you realise that you weren't walking a bed of roses...
Covered by roses but it is a bed of thorns, it may look beautiful, so good to walk on. Maybe soft to the touch but it hurts so deep, leaving so many cicatrix that never heal. So devious...

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#93

reliant

Someone once told me, "Sean, no one should be so reliant on someone" Should a person not rely on the one you love? Should that person not be there for you? I was reliant, I had too give...

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#95

Over thy Yonder


Over thy yonder, my eyes do ponder, a symbol strength that rivals a father. A glorified reach, stretching thousands of feet upon any sea leveled beach. Strangling fog demands a high seat, as...

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#97

The Third Age

This poem is from my novel Shards Of Divinities on Amazon. My novel starts with the sentence: Ever since I was a child I always felt like a citizen of a different realm. This poem...
I reminisced of a time long ago when I was only twenty years old. I was studying English 101 at the University Of British Columbia in the summer of Eighty-Four. It was at a summer session...

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#98

Reality


Every morning When I'm just starting to wake I feel him beside me Running his tough, calloused hand Up my leg Grabbing a fist full of my ass Pulling me closer Until we are one As he kisses me...

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#99

Brothers Never in Arms

Based on personal experience of watching the old men sitting in the plaza in a small Spanish village, where one in particular was always ostracized for choosing to fight on the other side during the Spanish...
The old men in the village square seek refuge from the morning sun burning high in the Iberian sky, beneath a canopy of living green they sit, and watch the children play; a new generation replacing the old.   Each lost in...

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#100

Light Switch

This is how I feel at times.

Light Switch

 

My brain is like a light switch

It can quickly go from light to dark

Sometimes I don't know what I am thinking

Sometimes...

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