relationships

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touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets

 

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bodies left to rot…

 

how easily
the night
surrounds a dream
enclosing it
in
darkness
and
how
quickly
a dream’s
breath
can be stolen
ceasing
its heart beat
leaving
a cold corpse
of
hope
lying face down
in
the mire
of
hatred
human transgressions
against
gentle souls
carried out
with
a strong
esprit de corps
by
maggots
on
the body
of
humanity

 

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addendum to a sermon…

honey
tell that preacher man
that
sinning
ain’t all that bad
i’ve tried it
and
child
it was so sweet
even
with hell
below
my feet
lord
that
first kiss
sent
me a reeling
and
by
the fourth
sunday’s sermon
was
as forgotten
as
where i put my car keys
when
i was asked
to
stay

 

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no way out…

to keep
the beast
contained
he carefully
designed
the box
its frame
was nailed
with
solid planks
of
oak
stronger
than
human hate
each plank
was
nailed
with
fear
from
the inside
to
prevent
the beast
from
pushing
the panels
out
and when
man
constructed
and
tested
the design
it
worked

 

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a fanciful notion…

holding this dream
close
to my chest
no
need
to
show it to you
it’s
the same one
my
father’s
father had
and
i suspect
his father had
that
one day
every child
in
every nation
will wake up
and
be
able
to be
a child