
Poetry is rhythm of the soul. It is the written seed of song. It is the muse of the painter’s brush and the rhyme of the philosopher’s reason… and I have a lot of it.
LATEST POEMS
POETRY ARCHIVE
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KILLING ME
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KINDRED
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LET’S THINK ABOUT THE OPTIONS
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LIFE IN BOXES
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LONG POETRY
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LOST AGAIN
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MANY THE SIGNS
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MEN MUST BE STRONG
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MERCY WAITS
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MY POEM FOR THE DAY
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MY SON
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NEVER DROWNED
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NEVER OVER
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NEW NORMAL
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NO FEAR
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NOT AWAY
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NOTHING TO LOSE
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OCEAN
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OH WISE ONE
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OPEN BOOK
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OPEN YOUR EYES
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OUT OF MY CONTROL
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OVERJOYED
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PATIENCE
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PIVOT
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PIVOT
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PROTECTION?
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PROTESTS
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PURGE
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RAPE