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Poem To Myself
Poem to Myself You ask to be birthed, when you know I have passed the age of passion to sing anything sweeter than a harmonious hymn. My taste for life is hollow blue and all I know is hawks flying and lilting leaves falling. There is no honey in the suckle. If I were awake, I would sing of blackness and morning star, being beautiful, heritage of queens, mama songs and Tennessee, knowing full well that there’s no place, no ears, no eyes. I am the scorned sister. I write words and dream. I look at a group of trees in summer and see that wonderful, magical country, to which I never go. Is that who I am? The newspaper can't tell my future and for a twenty-dollar phone call to a psychic will there be hope, a while. Yes, my precious self, you ask to be birthed yet you hide your real face behind the white peaks of a daily psychotropic cocktail, parasites of the mind that suck the senses. Oh, but if you break free, if you get to feel, just once limitless wonder WOW! 'old poems, FREE VERSE (003) Poet Destroyer A, Sponsor
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