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Cherry

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A short poem I wrote, slightly adapted for this website. I'd be interested to see if you can spot what I've included in the stucture. Comments are not only welcomed, but requested!
Cherry

Paradise Lost.

is there anything worse than a dream dangled, tantalisingly in front of you - but never quite attainable ?

He Pooped Outside Of The Box

"...Just another well dressed monkey Carrying a wrench,..."

Trisha at Gabriel's Place

[Crime and Punishment][The Brothers Karamazov][The Collected Works of Kim Il Sung][Without Feathers][The Collected Works of Rilke][To Know a Woman]:

Truth in my voice

Introducing the truest voice of Detroit, it's who else but me fool. Don't let the foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you. Don't let the magazines, and them papers out there decieve you.

Hitmans Diary

He was born in a jail cell because his Mother was a con. In his Mothers cupped arms was a newborn timebomb. But the fact is that it wasn't his fault. He was in a electrical caged vault.
Cherry

Why?

Trying to understand.

You've perfected your lines..

'you send me roses;a desire to revive our love with another blossoming chance.'

"GOING MY WAY?"

When the old Buick stopped I couldn’t believe my luck. I was sure enough tired. It'd been a long day a'searing heat, and nasty looks.

The Adventures Of Edwin Groob - Chapter Three

“And this,” Kale made Edwin jump as he appeared right next to him. “Is Sophie.”

An Ode to Ganesha

Four-handed elephant-headed man, god of learning and schools, fat like Thai riding park beasts, dean of Gaiia's University, red drunk like me on a writing binge,

Ghetto Qu'ran

What makes a thug so different that the rules don't apply. In religion, you follow or you don't, so don't even try to deny. That you only follow because you're a thug in doubt.

Quietly the arms of a creation reaches forward..

'Quietly the arms of a creation reaches forward amidst a room thrust into the silence of existence.'
Cherry

Peace removed!

Written for a friend...

Suicide Watch

(Chorus) Some people in the slums are going to be buried and bruised. Knowing they killing one another, just been used and abused. No way out they can never be excused.

A Bolivian Breath

I hold my breath. An attempt to claw back the equilibrium that has shifted with my ascent.

Come Dance With Me (IP)

This story came to me right after I sent the phrase Come Dance Wih Me to the editor to post on inspiration point. I guess sometimes we can inpire ourselves while trying to inspire others.
Cherry

The day everything was okay

it felt as euphoric as stealing a speedboat

Bravo

just a poem..

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