From my stage, I view the audience
But from where they are,
I am only an insect
Involved with an insanity named art!
I make men argue with their wives
Because the insect is an angel with it’s wings
Aloft on the heat of hells fire.
Let me say to women:
I love you!
Men:
you are friends.
Kiss me when I die.
Please tell me what you think
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Mould my bones
into poultice for your souls
Hummm you had me going there for a second.
Unique and worthy!
Peace Georgia


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fantastic
your writing is very abstract to me and i love it. LOVE IT! i love the free form.





