Art Cousin Poems

She sits in a provocative way, knowing it.
Shiny red fedora perched down over her eyes.
An open dress shows many gorgeous assets.
Headlights glaring, soft legs casually...

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I swear my world was frozen
When my confidence was stolen.
I swear My vocal pipes were broken
While my purpose was offloading,

And painful it was,
that I was...

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In the tone of shadows 
a sorrow felt 
thoughts take flight 
tomorrow is in past sight

destructions dark flower 
bloom into flame marks 
the hour out...

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supple body in a white nightshirt
          that slips from a round pink shoulder
   ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Mom would always tell me don’t be hasted all ways

Listen remember always to put the third on the end

Of your last name think to my...

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This rainy precipitation keeps falling endlessly from my face. My hand slips everytime I attempt to wipe the wetness away.
No one cares, because no one...

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I got a plan
You all are part of my caravan
My cousin went to Paris, France
Here was my chance
I told her to bring back a Paris...

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They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her...

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   "Wedding of a Wench"


a joyous celebration promised arrived on lacy invitation
bring only your smile as a gift to offer congratulations
but my cousin,...

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hey fairly girl
why you looking so sad 
i wish ,what you had, i had 
the friends. the art. the life 
why are you so sad...

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Dear Lord
This is my minority report
my people have been outcasted
food and water is short.
Population persecution set up for political power
so my people bear their fate,...

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In my  life , i find pressure to be different and extra ordinary.
it is a struggle;
a battle;
a discomfort, 
and above all a 'challenge' on...

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Things are all slow motion like I'm Neo in the grid, 
just layin here and thinkin back to when I was a kid,

with plasma gushin...

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There it lays on his shelf
With that blade he cuts himself
Every night he feels so cold
All alone that's all he holds

A lonely life breeds a...

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