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A Poets Inspiration
Images that provoke poetry. Images that are poetry. Poetry that is image. This is a study of the body form and what it conveys to the eyes, body, heart, and soul. Looking at beauty that will haunt the.
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Images that provoke poetry. Images that are poetry. Poetry that is image. This is a study of the body form and what it conveys to the eyes, body, heart, and soul. Looking at beauty that will haunt the.PARSED CONTENT
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A Poets Pause A Life of Words
Painted memories slip by unnoticed. Toys forgotten in the magic places. The lines of our faces grow deep. Another drink to carry the burden. The last cigarette before the train. One more kiss to hold him over. A fleeting moment before the rain. One more memory to cut you. Just a scar that never fades. Like a faceless friend behind you.
A Poets Perspective
Over the last few years I have stepped far away from the idea of publishing my essays and poetry in manuscript form. The Greatest of the Arts. I believe in the concept of the music of the spheres.