Best Accustom Poems

when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what...

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I know where she prays within the necessity of nightfall
inside the Poets' Pantheon, an isolated Idol
they all came, close as envy can to care,
flowers and...

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You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it...

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when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she would speak to him 
and find out what made 
the...

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As my finger, triggers the sound
My heart ululates, in intoxication
Remembrance, is a gift in itself
Indescribable feelings, leading me forward
Being described, through each line I hear
Nostalgia,...

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A darker song reaches skin and bone, 
On panel streets fading steely gray,
Long and far, I fear you are gone. 
Dark clouds are melting in...

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The Zebra she walks through the African dry
Unaware of the mare, under Montana sky

A World far away yet somehow so near
With similar interest and similar...

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The cob webbed city sticks to my dirty skin,
as I pass through its predator strings.
On the corners are hustlers, men with wigs and worn heels,
selling...

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A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle...

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Eternal God’s will
That  men have access to Eternal Father
Through Father Christ
The Word made flesh
In the Eternal Holy Spirit
Become sharers in the divine nature

Eternal God...

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Father you were my first love
a collection of feelings fused into a human being meant to love me.
Father you taught me how to love
nights filled...

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New York City Manhattan
Where many dreams are made
The bus stopped on 347 West 57th Street.
And drop me off in front the colonnade

There are So many...

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In the summer of 1989, Keimona and Angelo were brutally gunned down on our San Fransico Estate.  I was shot in the left-chest and...

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"The Blue Book of Cookery", was propped by two rolls of duck tape.
The library number viable on its binding.
A Fed-x box contained the "Cava" wine,...

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We was raised in the slum with crack placed on our blocks,
Then we grew up in the hood taught to cook & sell crack rock,
The...

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