Funeral On The Ground Poems

A gradual spread over time, hatred and strife germinate
a once nice terrain which now allows good and evil fornicate.

Extremism banks on an illiterate army to...

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Here he lies in front of us all
Nothing wrong; he is dead that's all
Vanity be our tears for his eyes have forever closed
And if ours...

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From the first breath 'till my death
I've played the role of happy clown
first- wearing the newborn silly hat
plastic phone placed in my hands
parents cooing at...

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She steps out into the wild of the moor,
sighing into the breeze.
From her love, not a body nor ashes,
And a funeral that could only be...

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When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
A lone woman visits the graves,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

She speaks, but her words are...

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i listen to you chatter as my teeth chatter
you keep me warm with your friendship as well as your trust
it gives my long wilted self...

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A man walks into a new generation gangster town,
there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. 
He...

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Sophie's sweat 
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles 
from a Sickroom -
a death ward

where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords 
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath 
marquis...

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