Best Your Own Making Poems

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
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In chains, did he complain —
this man of sorrows?
He wore his stripes well.
Freedom for all! Freedom for all!

Follow the cross, the bleeding tree.
This holy man, he wept for you and me.

Encircled by snarling beasts —
they mock and strike
like venomous serpents.
Can you hear the cruel heartbeat
of...

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One more year before the wild bird flies her coop.
Not bad. Bravo. Wise one.
You are more than enough.
Your optimism shines throughout your poems.
You know yourself.
Any idea how rare that is?

There are seventy-year olds who have no idea of themselves
They live a life set down by...

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Dear Father,  
I’m disappointed in you,  
you’ve let me down,  
a shadow cast over my heart.  
You say you love me, sure you do,  
but love is more than words,  
more than the fleeting touch of a phone call,...

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I wouldn't bother 
alchemizing language
into golden press releases
of your own making.

It never works long anyway,
grapevines get better reception.

A dog knows who flinches.
Moss grows where one lingers,
even silence
leaves thumbprints.

Say nothing. Say too much.
Either way—
they’ll know you....

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Would run you a hot bath
Bubbles up to your chin
Bottle of wine chilling

If you'd let me win

Would ask a sexy hunk
To sponge your back
Say sweet words in your ears
Bet you'd like that

Please can I win.

After the bath a nice massage,
By A film star lookalike
Any extras...

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You try to make sense of what happened
But it’s always the same 
Bad news hits hard
The cruelest part 
Is the lingering doubt
That things could have been different.

In your heart
You know that
You need to hold on
You’re running out of time
Like a drunken sailor
Lurching 
From one disaster...

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V-   iolence found in the hand of one who claims
“I-  must be god!”
O-  watch your back when you think you can attack the
L-   iving God. 
E-   veryone will bend. You drop to your knees, loudly weeping.
N- ...

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Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me,
like some craven jar, wide of mouth and
full of capricious weather. And never sing 
to me tunes not of your own making

I am not yours to pawn, as a wastrel parts
with heirlooms hard won.
I may be your grey,...

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I have a game for you. “Why not!” you say.
A beer or six here, a hit or two there, 
Many others play this game every day.
A few more and you'll be better than square!

A dance of wild thrills, a dance just for fun,
You can turn...

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Don't promise me or say things that you don't really mean
Don't say that you love me and then start to act obscene
Don't promise me a fairytale, and that I will be your Queen
Don't say it's forever then run off with some young teen

Never get...

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Imagine being so 
compelled by circumstance 
that you must wrap yourself in a tight cocoon 
of your own making
just to survive. 

Surrendering your life,
as you know it, to some unknown
future form that you cannot see because
your mind is blank and your body 
is eating itself...

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Know that the abyss of love
Is up to your falling, 
And lovingly embraces
The depths of your calling.

Even though your fear cries out
As you are descending, 
The bottom that terrifies
Will not be your ending.

The abyss of love's simply
Fear of your own making.
It can't be filled by...

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YOU ARE MY STYLUS
              MY BLUEPRINT EMBEDDED
    WRITTEN IN THE SMALLEST PARTS OF ME
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A Prayer for Michael (the one who sent me here)

I said a prayer and called your name
It was a prayer for you
You are my friend
I called your name with tears 
My eyes are rivers in your grace
I cannot see the bottom of this pit
Upon whose...

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