Best Leathered Poems

Hey barber, give me a shoe and a shine
As he's lathered he feels just fine
Then he views the shoe shiner
Wow, what breasts, nothing finer
My hands...

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Black Powder Dreams

Vast o’ the seas carry forth desperations 
Lives cast aside in the faces of war
Rotted wood planks, salted skin aspirations
Wind tattered sails bound...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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The skeletons and songs of samsara eternal
fleshed, fattened and flamed in karmic harmony,
your heart begins to beat in dark plethora roll
an in utero thunder thumps...

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You see him at the store sometimes
He doesn’t walk too fast
His stride has slowed throughout the years
He slowly moves on past

The hair upon his head...

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I don't care anymore. You are the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life. 
Everytime you look at me I want to explode....

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In what haunt hath hope,
he who in solitude,
weeps into soiled palms;
calloused by that labor
desolate of redemption.
Leathered and wrinkled
by ever so recent a passage 
of too...

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For decades I waited 
And you did not come 
To listen to my rude insertion 
Finger a sound at the back of my throat
And the...

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Chimed Upper Room

Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered...

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I know that all good things must meet their fate,
but to die alone would bring such sorrows.
None there to reminisce about the past,
or to ponder...

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Poetry knows my name, haunting me throughout the silence of the night,
Culling me into a false sense of warmth and security,
Here, take this poisoned quill,...

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Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights.
Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into
valleys, wind caves and shale.

The Painted Desert bleeds into a...

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You can't see my soul,
But I think that you know,
It ain't what it is
But it is becoming what it will be,
Tapestries of the past and...

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The Ghost Train

North Wind, it was a howling, the sky was black as guilt
Malevolent the sheen, where upon her  moonbeams spilt
Through the murky distance,...

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The task commissioned,
the black sand tested,
deemed worthy
of hard use.

A sword-smith's prayer
lifts aloft to the Shinto shrine
requesting his soul be captured
in the mirrored grain
of this, his...

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