Best Suspicions Poems

It was in the sorrow
That I learned to empathize and care
It was in the darkness
That my heart spoke the best prayers
It was in the silence
That...

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His masked face haunts me so 
in candlelight
This vision makes the glow... 
A mystic sight
And I am drawn to him 
In dreams, I find
So like...

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Home Of The Hang Man

The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that...

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He’s spoiled me
In ways I can’t describe
He silences the wind
So I can breathe the quiet
He whispers grace to my soul
So that I can be made...

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"You shall know the Truth, and the Truth
Shall make you free."


We wait for what will never happen;
the consequences of inaction
may overtake at any moment.
Vaguely felt...

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It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely...

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I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want...

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Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be
I can not be the poison and the remedy
The voices I hear are not in my...

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community...

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An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars 
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden...

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Crushed under the hand of fate,
misery shadows my day.
For looking into your eyes,
I saw hope crumbling away.

Fragmented fantasies morphed
into long-forgotten fears.
And dreams began to flounder,
in...

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A short little guy,
walks by,
"please don't mind me,"
he wobbles.

His shadowed face it asks,
"is it five o'clock already?"
He hasn't had a meal,
his belly rumbles.

He sits outside...

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I regret the arguments
we had when we shared a bed.
And the ever-present doubt
that constantly filled my head.

Every flirtation festered,
poisoning my heart and soul.
And amidst the...

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”...

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Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer...

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