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The Laughter of Madness

LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens
          without their Crowned King, only 
          now and when my foot-falls scream
          through a suffering mostly unknown:
    there's no words to express sorry
    and love so the Angels shut their Eyes
    saving all between the balustrades
    and lost hopes of the Grace of God,
    Breathe!  Don't say sorry for what
    you feel and through it all I Drink
    for all all the good times and all
    the monsters who chose the river
    of dead seashells so shut your eyes
    and breathe -- breathe for freedom
and expression to all our horde
of lovers, artists, and poets
So  you will receive  So you say
Just shine sun upon those who are 
never heard, and love the despised
screaming souls of, "We are One.  &
nothing more!"

:: 12-05-2016 ::

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