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Now you see me, now you don't.

What do you really want&;#063;

I am an empty hand no grand design no secret lies I am the feet of clay that crack and crumble as I walk I am just dying flesh no lofty name or radiant face I am an open book no code or cipher hides my words I am an empty hand and all you see is all I am

Poetry is Yesterdays dream, The Christmas toy forgotten, The strands of light unravelled In the coldness of winter. And the soul fades In the...

bah bu bah bah hear the whisper bah bu bah bah hear the heartbeat rum ta tum tum distant murmur rum ta tum tum silent nightmare RUM ta TUM tum silent...

Bowl lament in slippered rooms, Falling soot and tubes of clay, Pinhole sparks of burning smiles, Resting against the metal cage. The history of this...

Let me see your heart

the last remnants of smoke drift through the empty room dark scent cascades against the sunshine turning day into night with the ticking of the clock...

Children of the Revolution! The statue of liberty is a lie, A precious gift, Now desecrated and soiled, From the land of brotherhood To a slave state...