Long Pure as the driven snow as Poems

Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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Nineteen years ago, a precious gift, given to me
Having a son to call my own, forever to keep
A bond between mother and son, never to be broken
A love so great, to define in words, could...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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the (better late than never) 
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick

treasured untold shenanigans of Santa, 

his elves and reindeer discovered only 

by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 

did I manage to worm winning the...

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...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic...

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only by a fluke did I manage 
   to worm winning trust 
   among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy, 

   would never breach scandalous 
  ...

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This is his home, wherever he lays his old head,
I wonder how long it’s been since this old guy has known the comforts of a bed.

Sleeping in back alleys, under bridges, wherever he may be,
Maybe...

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What is life now but the knowledge of death?
…the inevitable foreshadowing of oblivion, 
Rendered in shifting shades of grey on a desultory canvas, 
And scented with the musty odor of dusty bones, of mildew, 
Like...

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to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats, 
an open confession of a minor isotope:

I -- so -- Hope that a day shall dawn
when men no longer long
for the things that do...

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Artist-by Michelle Artiaga

Dancer, let your spirit fly,
Dancer, touch the sky.
Let your love float through your fingertips,
Let your dreams shine in your eyes.
Dance, Dance til your free as the wind,
Break the chains that bind you on...

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Have I ever told you why you remind me of edelweiss? 
The tiny little white flower, with star-like petals that bloom in all directions?

Have you ever seen edelweiss?
It’s small and precious, and like you it...

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Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside 
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo 
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set 
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to...

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Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is what I received from him
Yesterday's sorrow has gone, and a...

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Have you ever wondered
As time goes marching on
When someone who you knew quite well
Goes to the Great Beyond?

Although this person that you knew
Always did their best
They had many little flaws
Of which you could attest.

No one...

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O, rats. I've been assigned to write a serious poem
  As if a boy can snap his fingers and grow 'em
What's worse, I hear it has to be a sonnet
  I'll just throw...

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Why does the heart want when the heart wants?
One of the questions logic cannot explain
So In this state I shall remain and write to numb the pain
Pain that could one day turn into bliss, but...

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Down by the Edge of the Woods

I know a place I love to go,
It’s quiet and pure as the driven snow.
A place that I can call my own,
A special place I can think and dream...

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The welcome eidolons that through our conscience flow, 
bidden by times of trouble and the skills we lack
in order to withstand relentless whips that crack
over our heads on a daily basis; fears grow.
Even restless spirits...

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What are you to me?
The whiff of cheap cigarette smoke;
Like burnt toast on the balmy air
A mass of silken ebony;
Your age-defying hair
A skin both gold and ivory pale;
A map of the life you’ve led
A warm...

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She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze

Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in...

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