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Overcrowding

Just a normal commute to work...

Responsibility

a very short poem. It might coalesce into a larger piece, but I think it says what I wanted to say.

POEM: Sea and Stars.

We strive to be all that we can be.

Speaking Ill Of The Dead

Speaking Ill Of The Dead When the dead was a major public figure and therer is a danger of history being rewritten, then it IS permissable to speak illy of them...
Cherry

Dancer In The Light

Poem in memory of a lady who danced through life

Mother Of Moments

Poem tribute to ourlady

Nothing

She has the complexion of God mapping out the stars on the mirror moving mountain ranges and cuts that catch her as she falls. She fills her empty world with the promise of happiness