I stole your fire with secret words
What good is meat with missing teeth?
Love is for the fucking birds
Light consumes by moving towards
Black spaces above & beneath
I stole your fire with secret words
When what's projected reverts inwards
As all swords drawn from sheath
Love is for the fucking birds
The archons keep all men in herds
I've seen how your eyes bequeath
I stole your fire with secret words
For widowed queens and bastards
To burn the sky from underneath
Love is for the fucking birds
Lining up to gorge on innards
Upon precipice & mountain heath
I stole your fire with secret words
Love is for the fucking birds
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Written February 11th, 2006
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I'd be interested in hearing your note. I like criticism from poets that I respect.
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brilliant-
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This is pretty amazing, I must say. Nothing like an elventh hour entry! Astounding. Thank you. Gives me much to ponder.
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Brilliant words horus. A piece that can be digested on it's original viewing and taken away and thought about afterwards. Taking something away and then allowing it to be slandered is something that I picked up from this piece. I thank you for your unique presence. Originality is just something I adore in poetry. Tony.
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