

IntroductionThey call me the tempest People wind up dead Like I was a tornado At their funeral, I am hated Because the storm of emotions I bring flood peoples minds. My tempestuous cyclesIntroduction
Of love and hate obliterate all.
My pen scribes on its own I have no control of the blood That spews from its inkwell, All I can do is run around screaming: This is a robbery hands up before
I send a sestina at your head. I am the true villan(elle), Whos stopping me now?
I am a poet Writing lines that could Incit


UntroductionCan that which has no name truly be introduced? A manifestation An emotion has no titleUntroduction
Other than feeble words used to describe
I claim no name I claim no title I judge myself by action by motive &


IlluminantIlluminates the land decimates the darkness cleanses the world the god among usIlluminant
frees us from the tyrannies of the shadowed night brushing away the cobwebs of the dusky morning
dust and ashes drifting through the air to be illuminated by the morning's rays
bringer of life in a roundabout way motes caressing skin petals, leaves and lips.
Flowing down around curves casting shadows off edges creating the darkness it's own enemy.
Out of the light comes the dark and with the light &n


No Way OutAlone,No Way Out
At night.
There is no worse situation. Confined to the place, Where you know just What happened the night before.
Caught, In a fit of ecstasy, Fixed in his tight embrace, Rooted with the feeling of wonder.
Thoughts are now frozen, Embedded in your skull. No way of getting out, To re- act the past.
Feeling in comatose, Wanting to be placed Elsewhere, stuck Where you yearn to be.
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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what the hell's a dinner fuck?
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What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
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my good stuff
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What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
--
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
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