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Bi World Bi World

Here on my world
stuck to my sacred body
alone on my profane room

I remember the creation of the world
and how it all began

as Eve

I release myself of false suffering
gaining awareness of the use of my body
and give wings to my sexual imagination

In the silence of my thoughts
delicious carnal thoughts

Delicious thoughts of a creative mind
that never ceases!

I choose the human specimen
more pleasing to my eyes
more pleasing to my desires...

Which it gives more feed to my starving mouth.
Which it gives more sense to my erotic life.

Male or female...does matter...

I'm human too and free of definitions or titles

SkinBi World in Free Verse
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unhealthy relationships in Free Verse
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Every Spaniard is a star Every Spaniard is a star
for estar is just to be
Why shouldn't words exhault the one
that sings it's pedigree

As children love their mother
For her cultivating hips
Words are born and take a life
Sent forth from parted lips

So reverance for their maker
Words should aim to speak
For children shame their parents most
When speaking tongue in cheekEvery Spaniard is a star in Traditional Fixed Forms
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Better than Me Passion is the reason we fail to fight back tears
Relapsing in our anguish, so not to feel what we fear
Fear; no more... Love is an undying entity
Hold on; what for? You'll soon find somebody better than meBetter than Me in Free Verse
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Drugs in Visual & Found Poetry
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deceit Do try to deceive
me with the silence. Morning
will break in your words.

And, with the light, the
unsaid truth will be hidden.
In your heart. Alone.deceit in Haiku & Eastern
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astray falsehoods
leave me wrapped
in my foundling shroud, waiting

sightless
self-born

tossed along the wandering
shoreline like
driftwood.astray in Traditional Fixed Forms
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Strategy The absolute best thing to have in warfare. (Or any other clash.)
Numbers don't necessarily matter,
technology, nice to have but
not completely needed.

Positioning,
tactics,
communication,
supplies...
strategy.

At it's best
when the enemy
doesn't know what the hell
is going on.Strategy in Free Verse
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War Games I cannot wait
until next year.
I cannot wait...

A child's mind
with child's eyes
and an infant heart
too old to cry

With yellowed skin
and stone-blue lines;
a parchment pen
and a heard that whines,

And broken limbs,
a shattered  face
direct to cut,
but leave no trace.

An explosion rocked
your fragile form.
The fallout hit
and left you torn.

An empty heart
with an empty gaze,
the anger fills,
but the mind is dazed.

A loss of heart,
but no loss of hope,
and sweetheart,
you don't need that twisted rope.

Child with a grown-up face,
heart-sick in this empty place
I know you know I hold you dear,
and yes, Love, things War Games in Free Verse
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Death by Fire The burning sea beneath me crawls,
Mermaids pound on firey walls,
Their underwater spires fall;
A single act will kill them all.

I watch and bob above the waves,
And not a living soul I save;
The castle beneath the ocean caves,
They'll get the burning death they craved.Death by Fire in Concrete Poetry
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I See across the road i see,
someone so tired,
just lost his friends,
and from his job he was fired,
a few steps right i see,
a young young girl,
lost in the intrigue,
of a wide wide world,
her mother by her smoking,
with her best friend joking,
not knowing that by her,
a child is choking,
down the fumes of the cigarette i see,
a middle aged man,
arguing with his family,
"don't be mad at me!"
i hear the cry,
of the woman in the family,
as they pass by,
turning his head,
to see what's occurring,
the police man enters the scene,
"stop there!" he says,
"the peace your stirring,
is this a lesson,
your kids should be learning?"
I See in Visual & Found Poetry
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Poem to the Fallen I was too young to understand it was ok to cry, so I wore my sunglasses inside.
I didn't mean it when I said I hated you, but you knew that already, right?
And I didn't go to the funeral, or ever visit your grave
Cause I liked to look at pictures, and remember you that way.
But now that I'm older, I see no point in giving a cold shoulder
I should have hugged your mother, but instead looked at the floor and wondered,
"It's been some years but did you still think I was mad?
And I wonder if they can see me crying behind tinted glass?"Poem to the Fallen in Urban & Spoken Word
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What I Just Said My fingers will trace the truth on the back of your shirt
If only you let me…again.
It means almost something to you,
And something undeniably strange and foreign to me.

If I were the one to usually do the taking,
Then I'd let you fulfill that this time around.
Let's say I am an ocean, with infinite waves.
Throwing seaglass and driftwood at you is my way of saying

 "you are special. You are one of a kind.
 If you belonged to me, I'd slide away,
 Again and again."

I trace these speeches in sea foam bubbles, forming a tide over your shoulders.
They leave you hermit crab bites and jellyfish stings.
When I remove my saltwWhat I Just Said in Free Verse
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Bugs It was farther than simplicity
could explain.
Robin's egg blue, contrasting eyes
in hurricanes of fury, pouring down
with summer monsoons.
It was anger and it consumed
me, trapped in a box of fire that
burned down with my desires.
I was freed, though burnt and hideous.
But I could see the world you
always claimed was fake,
the one you told me was much worse
than this small room of dust mud.
Eyelids once sewn were cut by flames,
and my eyes opened despite heat's shrug.
I could make a decision for myself and I chose,
perhaps the hard way, perhaps the smart way,
to leave behind simplicity for what cannot be explained.
I chose tBugs in Free Verse
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Capable Capable

                                                    Sometimes I think we are able,
                                                       Of doing more than we are capable.

                                                               Believing the unexplainable.
                                                  Achieving the unobtainable.
                                                   Understanding the unspeakable.
                                                                  Admiring the unsuitable.
                                                                    Depending on the unreliable.
             Capable in Free Verse
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Theme Prompt - Heaven Falling, drowning in your eyes
The happiest way I could go.
Your smile catches and carries
Me away on the tides of joy.

Your voice is a soothing bell
Pulling me back from the edge.
Your arms wrapped around me
A balm on the burns of the past.

You've become my future, my heaven
For all the little things, and big.
You've kept me sane, you've kept me close
And for that, I love you even more.Theme Prompt - Heaven in Free Verse
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Why am I falling? The day
when I decided
to clip my wings
and let myself fall,
flightless,
through the air, was the
day
I decided to
let it all go. I was
falling
anyway, why not?
All those thoughts
I'd once had about
school, love, friends, music...
gone,
erased, eliminated, destroyed.
Does any of it matter?
No.
what mattered was my mind
that had wandered away for some time.
I let my guard down and it slipped away.
Now i'm falling faster than I've
flown.
I let my past
go.
it drifted out so easily once i unlocked the safe.
Safe,
that's what i wanted to be...
Wait, where am i?
What's happening to me?
How did I get here?
Why am IWhy am I falling? in Free Verse
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Shinning Star Oh shinning star,
Oh holy star.

With pure lights and glorious.

With easing glimspe of dreams that carry
onto the heart that one day dreams will come
to be and come close with full joy.

As time comes and comes closer for hours
that we believe the dreams of all.

What I can open my heart to see something
that has come and claim what belongs to me.Shinning Star in Free Verse
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Roll the Color To the girl sitting in the nondescript office with a roll of unused color film in her pocket,
who looks on everyone else's golden days as if they were any more real than hers now,
who attaches religious significance to photographs and dusty memorabilia and artifacts of bygone
ages when (at least for cameras) people stood only posing for that moment--
who believes that even now everyone else is living and shedding each golden breath on rolling film,
while She Herself is caught in the crosshairs of a broken cheap tourist-stop cracked lens camera,
life is grey even if she has a roll of color film and,
at least, isn't colorblind.

She isn'Roll the Color in Free Verse
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365 challenge- 23 They sit and laugh in heaven
Because it is better than crying in hell
And better than living on Earth

It is very strange there
All perfection and glory
So boring and dull!

It is very dark there
All fire and pain
But a lot more interesting than heaven

It is plain and normal
All life and living
But the only place to be!365 challenge- 23 in Free Verse
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Metamorphosis A flurry of snowflakes cradled by the frozen air;
Magnificent, they fall to the ground like flower petals in a storm.

Faceless, melting, vanishing,
As the streets become crowded
And we avoid even the slightest touch. Metamorphosis in Free Verse
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Fantasy Faire I enter the gates,
To a world of Magic.
"Hello young traveler!"
"How your feet must hurt"
"Let me give you a tour
as you leave your town of bore."

"To the right you see fairies
polishing their goods,
but be careful young one
they are tricksters of the woods.

To the left men are fighting
for power and wealth,
as the princess sits near
or back doors in stealth.

To the yonder you see peasants
hauling their carts
and merchants push through them
like well guided darts.

Do you smell that boy?!
A fresh fish being grilled
and a pint of lager being filled!

Alas we come to the docks of San Jose
where many come and go to see our roFantasy Faire in Visual & Found Poetry
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Broken Doors and Shattered Windows Broken doors and shattered windows,
Oh how lonely this home must feel.
Battered ends and creaky floor boards,
Could any of this be real?

If these hallways could speak,
I wonder what stories they would tell?
About the family that lived here,
Was it heaven or was it hell?

These broken doors and shattered windows,
You have no idea what they mean to me.
These walls hold me tight when I need it most,
With a place like this who needs company?

With broken hearts and shattered dreams,
I can rebuild this life of ours.
I'll bring my own tools and cans of paint
But I know I can't these scars.

Oh broken doors and shattered windows,
You dBroken Doors and Shattered Windows in Songs & Lyrics
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Thousand Dollar Headphones Your tastes keep getting better
as your eyes get farther closed
You're always right you know that
We're going wrong you tell us that
You know the best things to the letter
In your thousand dollar headphones

You're predicting everything;
We know it all should go your way
The comebacks and the public scene
It happens just because you say.
The lights are down on all the rest,
Remember now that you're the best.
Opinions sold in low-fi now
through thousand dollar headphones

Perhaps it's just this mixed up scene
Your mind is shut down, as you chose.
You choose to think it's just a dream
Because how popular are those?
Lull yourselThousand Dollar Headphones in Songs & Lyrics
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