A Poem.

How can I create if my house is not in order, If the inspiration I choose renders me numb, Stops my lips from forming the words I need to speak, So that I might reap the benefits of that love? Why should I come back, To paths well worn, And scenes remembered with retinal insistence […]

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4=2M to the power of 100

Four months is too damned long; I can barely wait another day. Don’t persecute me for my impatience, For I’ve already waited What seems like an eternity, Plus four months. I dreamt of you last night, Vivid and clear and full of reality. I remembered thinking that time had sped past, That finally you were […]

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The Pride of Venice

What light through yonder window breaks? The artifice of all that’s fake. An understated memory of love gone bad; The window now shuttered and ivy clad. Wherefore art thou young cavalier, That you should rent such grief from here? Fair Romieta; young Julio wandering woods so dark and strange, In search of freedoms not yet […]

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