Moon Waste Poems

Morning comes with bloom,
Hours are spent in your room.
Waste, now comes the moon.

Now the past has come,
And the present it is gone.
The future? There's none.

The...

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Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine

This is Spinal tap 
bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing...
ripped from every dog eared 
and book marked page
recounting latest ill...

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Depression kills
Real lives.
Depression steals
Real lives.
Self-punishment
Is not the answer.
Self-fulfillment
Is the profound desire
To love oneself, to be proud,
To hope and to cry out loud
That happiness and success
Are...

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Moon light remained a waste in forest
Now at all over the rest
In Corona all arrest!...

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I tried to twist and turn it,
but no result so far i could see.
My ring is tight and aching,
my finger wants to be free.

i was...

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