History Rain Poems

Under the pouring rain,
I no longer have thoughts of you
Or of your lingering presence
And your condemning silence.
To live another day without you
Feels easier as I...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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if it wasn't for the fact I would be dead
in less than a minute, I would always be in awe
at the sight of a thousand...

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cobble stone alleys
muted rivulets of hope
a flash of lightning...

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Misting the mountains, the roses
Softly dripping, sliding down petals
Gentling the feelings with emotive
Drizzling across forever, inviting
Even the light to whisper its caress
Kissing away all the...

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Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past...

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“Your brown eyes are like candlelight in the dark of the night.....
 Inside an archaeological library........
Do you see me looking at them as a historical...

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The Ukraine rain fell long and hard
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed 
Were tears of red
To spill on fields awry.

As storms of rage...

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into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns 
And ancient bloodstains 
and lost history of scars 
we wander the borderlands 
between the weakening dreams 
and cities a...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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Bring on the pain
	For I have seen my misspent ways
Bring own the Rain
	So I can let it wash me away
Bring on the insane
	So As I...

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looking into the horizon
I see things as they once were
all drawn in sharp colors, defined lines
now fading as time travels
from one point to the next
I...

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Our farms are sick and starved and outgrown barns,
The earth is witted, breaking our spades
Tomorrow is stranded because today is wicked
Barking on our tears

These brothers...

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