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Stranger than a stranger man feels When a straw man falls out of trust, Full of falsehoods, and full of lust. When this disease finally heals It forms a scar, ripped open, gnarled, But soulless, ghastly in silence, Meted out in lieu of violence On his heart, with lips ensnarled. But can man soothe invisible, Ancient wounds that demand regard Making his broken and marred Heart no longer divisible? Is it all too much to ask why A seemingly sensible and Charming man would hide his hand, And with inaction dignify Actions of others for his goal? Certainly it's there to wonder - If his soul weren't torn asunder, What on Earth can make a man whole?

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A chocolate box, a shower of roses, Passes by a hundred noses - Losing quick its scent or taste, And its sweet colours nigh erased. So therefore, I thought I'd be smart, And write an octave, from the heart; For words won't fade, as colours do, And mine are written just for you.

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He loved her so, she loved him deep She flushed so when he swore he'd stay And held her by his side in sleep Since she gave her heart away

She was his first everything He'd bow his head as if to pray And hold her to his heart and sing Since she gave her heart away

And when at last he did depart She begged that which he did betray But with him he did take her heart Since she'd given it away

She was his first everything As all the famous poets say But he was her last anything Since she gave her heart away

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Depressed days suggest pressed dazed Repressed separated deep sped dressers Dearest speed reddens undressed reeds Nursed desperate stressed depressors

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The cheerless man walks through the crowd of nameless, shapeless faces Moving swiftly, loud and rough, to more familiar places He has a lot of things to do, so has no time to smile His life is far too serious to lighten up awhile

And though he sees what's going on, he still wears his dark coat He turns his back upon the world and hums a weary note He disbelieves in anarchy; he has to have routine And in his haste to get things done, he leaves the world unseen

The cheerless man goes on and on; he never seems to stop He knows his dedication could well help him reach the top The cheerless man works steadily, no time for smiles or fun He makes no space for anything; his work is never done

And every day is just the same for solemn, cheerless man From home to work and back again to where he first began And though the cheerless man leaves all his cheer upon the shelf He still goes on in his small world, chuckling to himself

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What made us run aground Upon the rocky shores? Who then began to sing Of the friends that we'd lost?

The egos of ev'ry Person worshipped and crowned Denying nature's ways Against rocks should be tossed

Of every trying thing That we on Earth have found Nothing surpasses time In pain and human cost

If time could be rewound What sorrows would it bring?

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in my room a sunday afternoon on the island of a burgundyacidparadise dream the pinch and push of human faces, cartoons shrinking rainbow triangles a glance to the drawer - melting, melting(is it a bear or an eagle?) the music echoes in a head room full of autumn sun clifford brown cutting the light and springing joy books floating, books falling, books fluttering fractal butterflies and the painting flows together and becomes one lanterns shooting dragonfly dots above the piano hot, hot, the fan exists and fades, roars (did i speak just now?) chemical reaction inside a chemical reaction trip along with the music let it guide and shake it out when it goes dark drip into the wall ripples (is there a storm? or is it the fan? which direction is the door? and where is the incense blowing?) take it fagen, take it becker time out of mind indeed handprint, faceprint, dust in a yellow tint don't want me to leave that's fine by me lie down and let it take me where it wants to go lyin tyga in my head push me down upon my bed cancel out the need for time and make my visions warm sublime as a sunflower a spiral leaf of hummingcomb water, water, fizz, fizz take me where the sunset is (how did i get outside)no noise getting calmer but just as beautiful in my room

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Here stands a soul in search of lovers past; A man whose mind is greying with the sky. His limited relations seldom last, And sadder still, he knows exactly why; Uncomplicated love is hard to find, When with misfortune, every glance betrays Behind his eyes this sombre, dark'ning mind - A mind that, with perspective, would amaze - Still, one that loses focus by degrees If e'er a caustic subject he espies - It's difficult to bury thoughts like these When trusting women peer into his eyes. Perhaps he'll figure out if he succeeds - The complicated love's the kind he needs.

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There’s nowt exceeds the speed of light Except perhaps bad news Which travels ‘round the world and back Ere light puts on his shoes

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Another day of never sun, a leaden heap that frowns above Whilst the few tangled answers quiver rhymelessly as it trifles In other ways, however done, instead, a sleep encrowns its love And the dew-spangled branches shiver timelessly as the sky falls

The paper lanterns on the wall betray the leaves’ seat in the dark And the cool ochre gloaming spurs a telling and frail ardour Now vapour cantons over all display the eve’s sweet watermark And a cruel joking moan occurs, impelling the rainfall harder

I linger by my window pane as twilight reddens every mote As my grey-banded spyglass stays compliantly standing upright My finger spry discinds the rain and yea, night deadens every note And a stray strand of ryegrass sways defiantly in the half-light

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The fan is on, the lights have gone, I sit and contemplate the dawn I woke at four with sheets unkempt, and lay a while in the gloom And, far from pond’ring what I dreamt, remained in limbo in my room

The fan is on, the lights have gone, I sit and contemplate the dawn I rolled my neck, and as I lay, I heard a whipbird’s lashing call As sundry different shades of day embossed the fissures in my wall

The fan is on, the lights have gone, I sit and contemplate the dawn From out the window sun rays peek, to heat, with sweeping hand, the eaves Up! ‘Round the radiant beams I sneak, to chase the cool my shadow leaves

The fan is on, the lights have gone, the schedules and the blinds are drawn A breeze now beckons through the door, a-rustling my curtain, kind, And fills the room with petrichor, ephemeral and unconfined

The fan is on, the lights have gone, I rub my eyes, and stretch, and yawn The gentle breeze begins to sough as sultry does the weather grow And magpies on the wattle’s bough blend songs with crickets down below

The fan is on, the lights have gone, a sparrow flits upon my lawn The iridescent dew breaks free and turns to mist above the knoll A summer’s breath, a gentle plea; a panacea for the soul

The fan is on, the lights have gone, I sit and contemplate the dawn

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A summer breeze and myrtle’s tang The streets are misty from the rain They underneath the street lamps hang So tell the boys come home again And cease with their romancing

Calliopes of burgundy Obstructing all the sounds nearby So which way must I look to see The wind-swept swallows swoop the sky And watch their joyful dancing?

There’s pleasure there in peeking up The heavens churning, brown in hue So let the raindrops fill their cup And let us hold each other to Prevent the dusk advancing

Thus incense sweeps the streets with calm The leaves are laden down with dew As evening gently takes my arm And leads me through my thoughts to you For no one’s more entrancing

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i left the house just after midnight and you were returning brief warmth as i passed you with him in the doorway (am i wrong)worlds between us revolve in contradiction and you played with his hands as i glanced, mourned, and departed and it seems peculiar as time goes on that i should still think of you in this way (what am i missing)you persist in myself,clutched to my heart like ice in my hand and all i can think to say is that if i were to see the milky way's circumvolution with the eyes of van gogh; to hear a nightingale trill in delight with the ears of debussy; enjoy the sweetest of wines and the warmest of nights; the fiercest of romances and the harshest of wounds; these would be to nothing as you are to me (and if my heart still stops when you stun my skin with your touch and my breath catches deep in my chest you,my sweet love, have moved me more than the entire heart-rending terror and beauty of existence)