

Stop LightRed stop light in the middleStop Light
of nowhere, Red stop light on the edge of town, Red stop light in the heart of the city, Red stop light in my heart too, tells me to stop.
So I stop, halt, cease forward momentum.
I am struck still, deaf, dumb, a statue of granite with living eyes.


Foggy MorningIt was foggy out that morning as Jessica came down the stairs, holding onto the railing with one hand and brushing the wall with the other, tracing a wavering line visible only to her searching fingers. She went into the kitchen, hoping to make some coffee and get a good start to the day, though she was worried that it wasnt going to be a good day anyway, the fogginess was not how the day usually started at the house. As she crossed the threshold into the stone-tiled kitchen, she paused to touch the side of the wooden doorway, rubbing a spot in the pine that was smooth from rubbing.Foggy Morning
Jessica crossed the floor and reached for the k


51 Ways to Love SomeoneFive ways to love someone are presented as follows: With whips and chains and51 Ways to Love Someone
cold clad manacles, you can love someone. With single tender words, spun by bated breath, and whispered on the moonlit breeze, you can love someone. With home baked pies, scent of apples and peaches, you can love someone. With simple innocence, smiling bright-eyed and happy, you can love someone With boxes, ribbons and diamonds, cars, Ferraris and Jaguars, you can love someone. With every waking moment, every breath, and every iota of you being, &


Inspiration at MidnightSkate the rim of the universe, you wonderful beings, you savant geniuses, you lovers of the ephemeral. Embrace the Sundays of tomorrow, drag shooting starsInspiration at Midnight
from their smoking craters, and place them back in the sky. Fall from grace, touch the lips of dying men, and the hopes of dying cities; seek the answer among the thorns, and God amongst the roses. Feel how rhythms move, the natural cycle of the earth and the human body.
Hope for a better world, a single star shines in a closet where a small boy cries; you could kiss that boy
(since you are a poet
Peace
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~Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
~With time the mulberry leaf becomes silk...
^ "You came from Heaven to tell me I'm an oyster?"
^ "I'll rep. Christ until I D.I.E" -116 Clique
i'm so happy that you love it o^__^o ei ei
Sorry it took so long get back to you, but I was away for awhile.
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hey its kibler and thats all i gotta say man cuz dude i dont care what u think im special =-)
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Dennis M. | visual poetry on detail24.net | prints
Just wanted to say hello on my RANDOM DEVIANT TOUR 2007.
Oh yes.
Nice gallery, glad you're part of the community, etc.
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