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I think , at last, I should speak directly to you because somehow everything I am is in your hand And I think, at last, that you should know that I half expect the world to be cold to leave me black and blue Some are born to win Some are born to lose But all, in my view should know the happiness of a well married man I know I have told you stories of sadness And abuse All of this happened, more or less But I want you to know that even though we are apart we are together And I love you Go. Do something wonderful. Read Tagore. Run six miles. Paint a portrait. Live a life with morals A life observed Become who you are The blessed virgin offers her protection And so does Pedro. You know.. It took me like three hours to finish the shading in this poem It's probably the best I've ever done. Sweet happy valentine. My funny Valentine.

Her hands do not shake Her eyes are set calm But the dark hides monsters that jump out and get her Orange hair Red Eyes A bullet with her name Her boyfriend Threw her upon the ground pressed his body upon Eyes closed Even open She held him in the dark Her eyes set calm She will see the summer's day She will remember the fallen She will hold her firstborn and name him Jon

He held her picture in his hand Died in the battleground Song of Solomon His eyes looked skyward by night glazed and bright Life is so much dying so many different ways He remembers her taste His breath leaves him at last Then silence His last moment And she is there She was there She will always be there And now He is gone When she gets the message in her doorway it comes by soldier And she hits the ground with both knees her body collapses into a circle to Zion the world spins beneath The soldier touches her cheek Then leaves Her eyes look skyward tears like diamonds And after the sadness passes she hates him Leaving her here alone Two children And a home A Salem coven building within the seven gables of a private hell And just like that her hear turns to stone No more feeling No more love No cellphone No long road The simple chord of a song unfolds to cover the world In shades of black from which no wingbeat can be...

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And now I wait for the judges to return I know part of my entry will be flawed but happy that I entered and happy that it was good enough to have won I hope the judges wonder how much more I can become and that I do not become entangled in the reasons I lost But instead I wonder how to win every mistake becomes an opportunity every problem pairs a solution no matter how hard to find it's not the kill it's the thrill of the chase It makes you remember No man is an island unto himself every man a part of the continent a piece of the whole Therefore no contest entry diminishes me I do not ask for whom the bell tolls The bell tolls for Michael Jordan

Write the manuscript and then throw away the first page It's going to be okay Keep everything together and let a little light of creation Flow through a break In the forest for the trees

The dumbf-cks gave me their registration info Now I have 50,000 registrations Ha Ha Ha Ha

Bob the Ferret is like an old jewish guy the telltale white face and affect He leans back licks your hand and plays in a box of rice I love how people take care of animals It shows we have the capacity to love even if we will never trade it for control And it's funny , you know how animal rescue can give you a parrot Who occasionally yells out "You Bastard" I can only hope that if I ever had one He would sing a song Drink to me Drink to my health You know that I can't drink anymore For what is certain but death and what is life without it these little animals live and die in the blink of an eye we play their master they play our pet It's fun to believe that life goes on Forever And I just met a woman from Craigslist in a hotel room Who introduced me to a Ferret named Bob as I touched him I faintly, purposefully touched her arm then petted his head She wore a faded yellow T shirt that said Peace. Love. ...

No static at all escape from Big Brother the book of face at least Google learns from its mistakes sometimes you let the first search go sometimes sift through the page Not to replace thought Not to replace faith Not to touch the earth Let's run It's fun to search for something It's fun to try something new And now that I've find you It's a plus It's not something I have to do I feel warm, comfortable Alone In a circle I didn't make on my own I write and read and share I stretch my arms and feel the rain I see your face a silhouette in eclipse Where the red sun sets on a railroad town There is you and I through the glass, darkly My face isn't looking any younger I touch the place where you were Where the wind blew through your hair And checked my phone then returned to carbon monoxide choking me into the dark again And dreamt of an app design useful and lyric something you would use I desi...