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  1. Poem 140








    What does it feel like.. to see red?
    What is it like.. to love someone?
    Someone that likes you..
    But that does not love you yet?
    And are we merely arguing semantics?
    And am I being..
    unnecessarily pedantic?
    Is there a disagreement over definitions
    here at play?
    Perhaps there is …

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  2. Poem 139








    for the treasure of your love,
    I would dive,
    without a moment’s hesitation,
    to the very bottom of the sea..
    I merely hope
    the keyhole on your chest lock
    fits my key.

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  3. Poem 137








    A new moon is soon to grace our sky..
    And this hermit’s heart is full of sorrow..
    And he couldn’t tell you why.
    The New Moon and The Old, Familiar Sun
    were once foretold
    to find their equilibrium upon a scale..
    But only in The Devil’s Whispers …

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  4. Poem 136








    You are the flint..
    and I am the steel.
    When we rub up
    against each other..
    a humble spark appears.

    Given sufficient
    oxygen and fuel..
    for it to burn..
    the humble spark gives rise
    to a shimmering flame,
    in turn.

    And if the shimmering flame
    is, for long enough, kept …

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  5. Poem 135








    Once again I had a dream
    in which I saw reflections of your light.
    Morpheus, the cruel trickster..
    sprinkled snow over my eyelids
    in the dead of night.
    Morpheus, the silly jokester..
    sprinkled frost over my lashes..
    as I slept.
    And when I woke.. my heart was ice.
    And when …

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  6. Poem 134








    Hermes..
    The messenger of elder gods.
    He is a harbinger of lightning rods..
    But he is not their bringer.
    He is a herald of the rolling thunder..
    But of its growling rumble
    he is not a singer.

    Hermes..
    The god of quicksters..
    With his quicksilver tongue
    he always takes the …

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  7. Poem 133








    Yay, life is strange,
    Dearly beloved stranger.. it is true..
    alas, tonight, I won’t be shedding
    any salty tears for you.
    For there are many stars
    that may be gazed upon..
    that sparkle gently in the sky.
    And yet, the one I speak of here
    is rather special..
    She …

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  8. Poem 132








    The Giver’s Folly - Part 2/2
    “The Devil’s Dialectic”

    Alas! To chime in now..
    it is The Devil’s turn to brawl:
    “But is not truest love..
    the love that’s freely given?
    Expecting nothing in return?
    And if it carries an implicit expectation
    of sufficiently explicit affirmation …

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  9. Poem 131








    The Giver’s Folly - Part 1/2
    “The Proof is Left as an Exercise For The Reader”

    The ones we love
    are best positioned
    to bring us pain..
    Especially when they are hesitant,
    for one good reason or another,
    to state that also.. they are fond of us..
    in their …

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