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I feel the breeze that turns to wind And see the rain that turns to snow. I feel the cold, walking alone, Start to speed up to stop shivers, With the songs I just wrote singing.
Stepping harder, becoming slow, A thin white … Continue reading A Cold Hug
I turn you and wait, And see you fall straight As air fights its way.
Black and light it moves, And the sight, it soothes. Makes one fly from rues, As time glides by crude.
Might make fruits or trees, Bodies nude, or just knees. Ev’ry lure you might see … Continue reading Sand Glass Fire
I sing. I sang. I drink. I drank.
I swam. I’m damp. I’ll dry. Be spry I’ll drink ’till then.
Laying, crying about my city, trashed completely, I stay. I lay.
But this I think While my air bed begins to sink I have to swim or I’ll die drunk.
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On the backs of the mountains In little wiggly houses Their life and their samba live The children, men and women Which will in the mud swim
The mud that runs down so strong And that stops by luck alone For the absence … Continue reading 800 Bricks
I saw many adventures Of a tiny insect, On every single night, On every single day.
With simple overtures, Which people could expect, Yet, still causing delight.
A man whose heart is pure And always so direct,
With so little power, Mostly gets himself wrecked Fighting for what is right. … Continue reading Red Bug