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I Amuse Myself

When no one else is around 
I AMUSE MYSELF while sitting down
And bring myself  tons of joy when I pretend to be 
A stand-up comedian amusing all my friends.

I amuse myself then.
Nothing else to do while sitting in the pews.
I might as well count my blessings, and
AMUSE myself while confessing.

When I'm sleeping I amuse
Myself with my nightmares as I'M screaming
Frighteningly  amusing me.

I amuse myself with fun and jokes GALES of
Laughter thereafter.  FUNNY patrols the halls 
Of speckled jest. HA! I amuse myself at my
Own request.

When muscles are weak from laughters cause
I amuse myself with my APPLAUSE.
I create a funny story recite it to myself
And listen to my own glee.

I amuse myself with peals of SPASTIC 
HILARITY.  With tricks and folly it's all the
Same.  I amuse myself with silly games

At the end of the day I'm amused by the moon
As it sits beneath its HALO  laughing quietly
At me
HILARIOUSLY amusing me.

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I Am

Lo and BEHOLD. I AM THE universe, parent to the GALAXIES.  I am that BITTER UNFAMILIAR taste in your mouth. I am the LIGHT THAT BREAKS the DARKNESS. I am the coming of a new HORIZON. I AM THE KINDLED FIRE BLAZING BRIGHT. I AM THE TRIUMPH THAT REST WITH THE BLESSED. I AM EVERY WORD IN THE HOLY BOOKS.

THOUGH YOU think it's UNTRUE I am the mountains MAJESTY. I am THE JOY OF EVERY CHILD. I AM the rows of CROP AT the PEAK of HARVEST. I am the SOULS of the DEAD WANDERING to and fro. I AM THE SPIRITS IN the corners of the WORLD.
I AM THE UNABASHED FEARLESS LITTLE GIRL. 

I AM THE BRAVERY IN ALL. I AM THE BLOOD that SPEWS carelessly. Though you may not BELIEVE,  I AM THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEFORE THE HUMANS FALL.  I AM THE SLAVE AT THEIR BECKONED CALL.  I AM THAT MINUET CREATURE BURROWING WITHIN THE EARTH.  I AM THE DESTINY OF ALL. 
I AM THE SLUMBERING, THE STILL, THE SILENT COLD, HARSH WINDS BLOW, THE ANGRY AND THE UNRELENTING DOCTOR GONE MAD.
I AM THE MINORITY within the MAJORITY FEVERISH AND GLAD.  
I AM THE ONE STANDING. AT the feet of TITANS JUST BEFORE BATTLE. I AM THE FORCE WITHIN AND WITHIN I REMAIN.

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We Are Sound

We are sound.  Of mind and soul. 
We are sound of earth and gold
We are sound.

We are sound, of constant grind 
Fire and coal we are sound.

If GOD BE told, we are sound
Of strife and right  
We are sound, of toil and might 
Of fist  and fight 
We are sound

Of listless days and  raging nights 
We are sound.  

Of blood and mud 
We are sound

Of tattered shares and ragtag flair
We are sound.
Of guts and fury we are sound
Of grave yard fears, we are sound

This is the song of the renowned 
Pound the ground we are sound.

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A Star Is Born

Out CAME DUSK dark and new
The MOON had risen and took its simple form.
Round and round was BEAU.

Every HEAVENLY BODY I saw began to act on a silky screen.
At TWILIGHT HOUR came the THEME THE birth of a new star.
It took its  PLACE among the MILKY WAY FAMILY.

EVERYTHING I had seen was of beauty, as it were a dream.
Every heavenly body  within the  milky way surrounded ME.
This is what I AM.  Here is where I belong.

Now I HEAR the twinkle of a HARMONIOUS song.
The song is my own.
HERE IS WHERE I BELONG.
I AM THE STAR THAT WAS BORN.

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Song of Life

There abated consumed lust 
Dusting the shelf
Off from molding musk
Due to LOVELESS rust
Lovingly I trust do fuss

With heart felt musts
Relinquish all to love
Do send loving tidings 
This one day

Come this way come to
Stay falling far for the
LANGUAGE OF POETRY

Postman' s bin bring SONG 
In mailbox din
There be a word a name  and such
Poems bring smooth MELLOW
Velvet days 

Poems bring trustingly aromatic ways
Daisies when dew point peaks
Poems bring what poets muse 
Is what poets speak of song 

Consumes song of lives lived 
By loving lust in beautifying
Surname mine abandoned rhyme
Dry as Potter's field 

Tell me your consummation REVEAL
What you will affirmation with hands
Of steel 
Where you live  leaves wrestle at the
Base of trees lust for life reprieve
Alive and grieve

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Stars At Night

Sleep steals away my sight.
When I watch the stars at night.
I HEAR their screams at the break of
DAWN.
I release a silent YAWN. IT'S TIME I 
Resign to frolic in the BREEZE.  I 
SENT myself to BREATHE splendor
Among the trees. Waiting as NIGHT
Held his breath and SLOWLY FELL.

FOR this spectacular SUPER NATURAL
SHOW, I WAITED THE DAY LONG.
FEVERISHLY  EXCITED I SO 
DELIGHTED IN knowing, and I began 
To know how the moon continues to
GLOW. I wait for the wonderous 
Secret of the stars, the twinkling
Stars against the BLACK VELVET
SKY. THE TWINKLING TREASURE I
SEE SMILING DOWN AT ME, IS WHAT
BEAUTY MUST BE.

I LOVE MY GOLDEN SUPER NATURAL
TREASURES, EXQUISITE.  NOTHING 
SHALL PREVENT MY VISITS

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What Is Being

Of nice
Of growing 
Of grass and knowing
Of trees and green things
Of TRESSES that flow.
Of knowledge that's both of wisdom and growth

That some existances are known of wisdom are meant for the mind and 
Other KNOWING was meant for a different kind.  There is a knowing we 
Do not understand.

Being of feeling 
Being of KINGS when 
Being is knowing
Being is being is being
Being have more than meaning
Being is thinking

Real thinking is linked in to those who have light of life is right.
Being is beginning LOOK THERE beginning has begun. Of clear CONSCIOUSNESS.
FOCUS ON ONE.
Open books have knowledge. Open the mind obtain wisdom.

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Existences

Every little simple minute 
Seems so much more.
As though it has designs
Within it present from before
When we were tiny dots our
Selves, BEARLY in existence
Favored on the wish list.

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A Rose Grows

First there is the bud
And when it ripens the scent 
Sends you ecstasy

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My Profession My Confessions

If it were not for you I would 
 live carelessly unashamed
But instead I live carefully 
Unabashed unafraid unrestricted
Unrestrained ambushed by 
Ambushed by memories I thought
I had forgotten so sorrowfully for
Me to be on bended knees 
Begging for forgiveness 
Breathlessly  starving for your
Affections stop this dizzying 
Dance and surrender  I care for
No other attraction but you  
Arouse my feelings  of content 
You're the pleasant pressure I
Swoon in  
No mild adjustment no other you
I trust in for today is yours your
Ecstacy your dreams uncried tears
No wretched memories come
Afoot  I'm pouring my heart out to
You so I think you should know my
Heart beats just for you 
There i have confessed my whole
Soul to you  that look those eyes
That angelic face my craze for you