This dust through the car door Whispered through the crack (Just barely open). This car is parked by the throne Brought there by magic. ha! If only magic mended pity, Or even being forlorn. Hafez […]
Head to hand to reason I fell. No beauty to be had, there. But separation is another thorn. Hafez original, Kevin 21st cent.
Free or clinging Stuck on what? Attracted to gain or pain Fame or blame Stuck but will not complain That poet guy — You may forbid, but this day is reborn. Hafez original, Kevin 21st […]
The sky is not perfumed with pity This time. The poet is looking for foundation, justice, fortune, A liver that’s functioning adequately, For you, this girl To gentle be A pastel morn. Hafez original, Kevin […]
If there was a real self That sure would be uhhh… ample Yikes – I got stung! Heck I got cancer — What a self – believes Emily Dickinson 19th cent., Kevin 21st cent.
If that is the worst, Or maybe there is worse Like those guys and gals in Dante’s Inferno. Wow I’m — convinced? Or maybe I should grieve E.D. 19th cent., Kevin 21sr cent.
So you want to do right You want to be — right In the midst of a crowd If the crowd all agrees We (the crowd) are not ever safe But have a short reprieve […]
Back to that bank account – there’s something written about it. Written in real gold and gems. Or not, because it is only people (patterns of interaction) that remain. Hafez original, Kevin 21st cent.
Poet! Artist! Musician and so on… Keep looking. The wider view says (without a doubt) you’re not in chains Hafez original, Kevin 21st cent.
Vessel may all beings be free, cellphone stand. Greenware.
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