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Minor League Poet: Color Identity
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Wednesday, April 1, 2015. And there is White. Red is a color of the dead. But blood not shed brings life. It makes our faces blushed or flushed. Or burn with anger when there’s strife. Your lipstick, your hair, or the color of your car. Apples, cherries, and strawberries too. Red stand out from afar.
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Minor League Poet: No Superman
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Monday, October 17, 2011. And the life goes by. And the wheel of time turns. The old wound hurts? More like it burns. You say you are strong. It would never happen to you. That’s penetration’s cue. Then you feel worse. Your pride burns red. But dream you were dead. The goal is beyond you. See you are naive.
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Minor League Poet: The Flow
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Sunday, July 24, 2011. Is Your perfect Word. Inside I’m a mess. Trials make one sublime. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Musings on life as it comes or goofy rhymes that come to my head. I hope that you enjoy them. View my complete profile. I'll go for a Hike.
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Minor League Poet: October 2011
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Monday, October 17, 2011. And the life goes by. And the wheel of time turns. The old wound hurts? More like it burns. You say you are strong. It would never happen to you. That’s penetration’s cue. Then you feel worse. Your pride burns red. But dream you were dead. The goal is beyond you. See you are naive.
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Minor League Poet: IM NOT DRUNK
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Wednesday, September 7, 2011. Just sunk into pool of beer. Great heights or falls I have no fear. But why not keep me on bottom bunk. Your silence is so funny I shed a tear. If you were b-ball, I’d say slam dunk! You’re weak to my silliness cuz I use leer. Now don’t get all into a funk. I'll go for a Hike.
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Minor League Poet: March 2012
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Wednesday, March 21, 2012. This World has so many sorts of friends. Some sit and talk with you on sweet summer days. Others send gifts of strange varieties. Some friends simply sigh when you sigh. Others say something that sinks deep, slicing the soul. Some still talk to you and some have slipped away.
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Minor League Poet: Types of Friends
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Wednesday, March 21, 2012. This World has so many sorts of friends. Some sit and talk with you on sweet summer days. Others send gifts of strange varieties. Some friends simply sigh when you sigh. Others say something that sinks deep, slicing the soul. Some still talk to you and some have slipped away.
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Minor League Poet: Disconnected
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Sunday, May 3, 2015. I think I forgot my phone. I think I left my brains. I'm talking to myself. They say I've gone crazy. I've gone all spacey. I'm on going to the moon. My head is all empty. So I can float like a balloon. Air heading up to somewhere out there. Inside out all day, All night.
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Minor League Poet: Graduation Day: Written in June 2011
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A collection of poetry I have written and will continue to write of which I have decided to share to you, my readers. Say what you gotta say or say nothing at all, but I hope that you enjoy my writings. Tuesday, June 14, 2011. Graduation Day: Written in June 2011. I love my friends too much to say goodbye. So I will flee and find somewhere to die. This way my memories of them will never fly. To that enormous expanse of forgetful sky. Love too much to see them go. Off to their future I may never know.
