Long Rosed Poems

There sits behind deep forests hidden,
A sight to behold, place of all sins ridden,
Where the great rivers give life and churn,
A thousand diamonds and the trees sing
Along with the wind, ruled by the great King.

Generous...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine, just soft
and somewhat 
ingratiatingly tainted
you ply uplifting
romantic notions
like an air...

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The souls love dreams  a story  to awake in wonder in the morning the soul had its way and told this that presented pure loving rest absent worry. We the spirit of prayers...

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Where is your love is gone, my Dear? Where is your beloved 
My beloved is gone done into his garden to the bed of spices to feed in the 
garden and pick lilies of a...

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There’s no suitable explanation for
me- no premise by premise,
with a slight scent of rosed misconceptions
leading to my conclusion.

Scientists? Well they’d have me
believe i’m the effect of some
orgiastic collaboration of molecules. 
But without my mind, i’m...

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Dressed to impress, nails cleaned hair combed
shoes polished and wearing cologne
Everything in his mind rehearsed
but whatever he said come out for the worst

Did you like my big gas guzzling machine
     My...

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*Image of Stakeout On Dope Street Withdrawl by Warner.

Delirium

I stepped in
yesterdays cold
that babbled through
a rosed mist,
its clammy waters
rallied the shallows 
that suffer skin to clinch
flesh in curbed
shriveling
crimps,

Shapes a 
glacial sheath
paired amongst 
innocence, roughly 
stays offbeat,...

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Clutching at Straws

I clutched a straw
albeit
one for me
that is
quite more
than enough
for I be just
one

It skews
in my hand
caused by the
grasp of it
hope its
release beckons
a recall of
its former 
self

Alas,
not nearly as 
close but 
far worse
for where it...

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Young Love

BEHOLD, that special soothing tides of youth,
wherein it surges per paints blending times,
dries up in seconds treasured as it climbs,
up or down, a portrait life brushed in truth.

HAIL, the call of the free that...

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Burnished bronze gateways,
to your innocent inner soul.
Flecked in sun spawned flakes, 
Heavens Devine living gold,

Wisdom’s lasting serenity, 
etched in patinas of dusty jade,
Softly pouted lips, finally smiling, 
without semblance of charade.

Obsidian locks cascading, 
like a...

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Red equals a love rosed lust crave 
erupting volcano explossion
fever among two people.

Orange equals driving miss daisy
through the collapsing bed frame 
breaking sweat against their,
hot lava Oozing river.

Yellow equals their glow of fireflies, 
flow through...

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You didn't shake
as much in
the psych ward, 
possibly because
of the medication.
A cocktail of 
paxil, seroquel,
lithium and sedatives.
The white walls
dimmed your 
pale complexion.
The pink rosed
paintings on the
wall reflected
the first bit
of color returning
to your peaked
gaunt cheeks, and
big...

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‘TWIST US TWAIN

O’ swift flying gentle Cupid
Piercing my sorrowful heart with love
Setting the pleasure precisely turgid
To woo my Queen like a princess dove
Without haste or delay of curious youths
But calculating the effects of the ploy
When...

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Hello there! She said to me
A furious girl I imagined to see
A girl as fragile as a petal 
Stood their like a shield of metal
Fire in her eyes and warmth in her heart 
She was...

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Spent many hours with young blossoms and weeds, 
I, a new child in a garden of lot.
Yield to the garden and sat down with needs.
Where no one could see, but constantly fought.

Invisible to the world...

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Wonderful moments we shared,
Beautiful days we had!
A lot was meant for us,
Everything was complete.
Instantly I felt like I owe it to you,
And through your eyes
I knew your heart felt the same!

It was never enough to...

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There once was a lass in decline
who daily drank much too much wine
she rosed* up her lips
and plumped up her hips
but never got any of mine!

Yes, my bottle it remained corked
not guzzled by broads from...

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I awoke quickly nearing dawn                
I jumped from bed to hurry on
I watched as sunstrokes soon were gone 
leaving rosed...

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