

Here HabituallyMy missionary's gone to Africa,Here Habitually
the calling called louder than I had strength to sway or scream. A delusion I cannot follow, an answer I could not swallow,
half-gone, half-habits, a specter it would seem. But somewhere deep heat, ancient culture, unwilling disease feel tireless hands, seeing hands, healing hands,
the same hands that saved then left me.


SouthI met My Self as I collected moments of sleep on my journey toward morning. I looked to her hands bearing a cup with which into a heart she was pouring. Time to wake up. There's no rhyme to reason poetry's all sucked out. This is my life and this is your story- an affair, new labels, a business gone south. The crude made you strong,South
the creative fine,
the clever set you up to never be wrong. But I could only sketch your outline. Abridged/enhanced, risk ignored, chanced. Praised/detested, I'm so tired and my grace has me bested.


Let them be bums.The metal machine, the hooks and the tools all wash out the voices, and with them the fools-Let them be bums.
the ones that wear stories that grow thinner and thinner. The prize was the target but wait there's no winner. The American dream has lots its momentum and the chuckles they hear is God laughing with them.
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"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain temporary safety deserve neither liberty or safety." -Benjamin Franklin, 1776
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Energy is eternal delight.
- William Blake
Remember you must live.
-Ali Smith
тнαηк уσυ ѕσ мυ¢н
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Verses instead of rhymes.Thoughts instead of mutter.
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Anthony Asael
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