On Mauve Outskirts
Mauve sun is rising
far across the frothy sea
From mists emerging
at the edge of the blue world
and the pause of dusky night
Destination noon
and blithe before and after
Headed everywhere
In the quiet room of time
when stars are disappearing
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Categories:
outskirts, beautiful, color, morning, nature,
Form: Tanka
Outskirts of Everywhere
I belong in the shadows
I live on the outskirts of everywhere
Nobody sees me
I can see why
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Categories:
outskirts, deep, loneliness, lonely, lost,
Form: Verse
Night In the Outskirts
A piece of star falls from above
And your transformed dust suffers on the asphalt.
Through the expansion of the cosmos, the emergence of life and the planet
Stairs, poverty, blocks, beautiful people emerged from the comet.
Billions and millions have lasted
Since compressed energy
To the weeping family,
Faced with sorrowful and cosmological sadness.
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Categories:
outskirts, space,
Form: Blank verse
Touch Outskirts
Think for gain and upward
Choose the way of love
Set in your life a holy vision
She will turn into the reason
While lonely don’t be bother
Think about her in the heart
She will give a definite vision
She is I know this time
Out from my reach
But while emotion is holy
I am confident to bring her
Sure appear from paradise
While
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Categories:
outskirts, desire,
Form: Lyric
At Heaven's Outskirts
I am at Heaven's Outskirts
Where drums mellow beats like thunder
Where guitars sings like chirping birds
Here, at stage - everyone is a DJ
Here, you'll find no pop pijins like "sup Jay"
None-crazy a guy to be in skirts
Fun's always loud, and you'll find no murder
Here, faces are as colorful as the sun-birds
We make joy, deny coy and
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Categories:
outskirts, devotion, faith, happy, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
The Outskirts of Town
On the outskirts of town, was our family store,
old gas pumps, and planks on the floor.
Many would shop with us each week,
usually on credit, and collecting was up to me.
Hoop Chesse we would slice, and sell it by the pound,
and the bologna we sold, was the best in town.
My dad, and grand-dad stayed busy all
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Categories:
outskirts, life, love, time, visionary,
Form: Narrative