Best Anymore Poems

He told me to be quiet each time I tried to speak
knowing I'd obey for he believed I was meek
Months went by and I acquiesced...

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genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in,...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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She pours him a cup of empty
From a teapot of childhood dreams
He loves the sound of her giggles
Hers is the light of a thousand moonbeams

Moonbeams...

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Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That...

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Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends...

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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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Voice: Jason Williams

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I danced! 
Whirling air around me, particles of sundust 
in tornadoes and hurricanes following me in awe
I danced.
Each night I wake and feel...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine...

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There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in...

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Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo...

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Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on...

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She Calls Me Home…

At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone

She calls me home
She...

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Simply unaware....or perhaps I don't care
what others say or do
It's partially true
I'm through

Used to care what they think
of my words, of my ink
not anymore....
So much...

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