Sympathy Allegory Poems

when a symphony
you can have my sympathy
or a myth may be...

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Look at those meadows
dressed in green.
Such an amazing pink rose
is growing among them.

Disguised with colours, 
as a woman out from her shade 
to discover a...

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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Space n Time
Out of place

Things are out of grace

Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore 
Losing all trace

Out of our time within our space
Everything is sublime...

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A meeting of two moms can be a wonderful thing a meeting of two minds is a beautiful thing…

Shortly after we moved into our new...

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I wanted for the Stones,
                    ...

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There are no heroes 
Just people ,gods and the devil
There are no heroes 
David couldn’t resist peeping 
Moses couldn’t stop running 
And Obama really did...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental...

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In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
 I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
  Feel its faded power...

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…is a cat not the totem of love

your physical contact generates feelings
were the neurons release 
the feeling for good vibes
peace, harmony 

by stroking soft gentle...

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There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal

Is it grinning 
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring. 

Things...

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Pushing past the tangles of imagery 
faded torn things better left unknown 
broken toys and metronomes tones 
scattered after a Wars drone 
the voices of...

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Sitting here lost in thought 
listening to this graveyard noise 
just looking out into dust and ash.

I see you drifting into an empty city 
of...

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Long live in halcyon days 
of yore the golden age 
of my history mysteries 
known to none but one.

My inner terminal washed 
in ancient memory...

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But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity

I remember all...

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