Writing
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Cede In Me The Seed
Met the Reaper she’s a keeper,I die every night I sleep with her.Tear me down maybe it’s what I need,for the ego in me feeds me dirt. To the basic shape I’m an ape,gifted with this heart of fire for freedom.She helps me pray for God I don’t hate;I pray for him every night to Continue reading
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For The Oceans Below
Collapse did the rising roof,zooming out to spot me alone soloin a ball as I crawl so aloofthat the answer to anguish lies below. Foundations of sand swallowthe hollow as we follow idols to fit in.Vessels of virtue we know hollowwe should fit in not grief or sin. Bottle joy it’s not a ploy,for the Continue reading
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All In The Past (Why I Wanted To Be An FBI Agent)
The 1997 Emmy Awards saw Gillian Anderson win her an Outstanding Lead Actress role for her work on Season 4 of the X Files. I loved that show. It wasn’t just the Aliens and conspiracies either. But…if you can remember the story line of his sister, well, season 4 had an episode called, “Paper Hearts” Continue reading
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Pride Of Our Names
Succumb to all that I putunder my thumb now time for rum;kick the can if you candown the street if with feet you can run. For I am ready steady and heavywith toxins in my lungs.Let’s tango with the cash you flashif you think life’s a game won. Games are to entertain the brainand relax Continue reading
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For Your Eyes Only
Lord the grip of my sanitywill be but brief brevityof a breath that is eclipsedby your sweet words of levity. I don’t want close ties to lieabout things that sting in tunewith the harshness in their heartit stings far too soon. Soften the eyes a bit so I canstand more than I comprehendas the hurt Continue reading
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The Heart Wants What It Wants
The drive that heart gets,is just is what is.Whether it loves silenceand for miles loves to quiz. The depths I see I want to beinside my own holding on.The chaos is never lost uponthose who rise under this dawn. Gone and all along this path,wrath has had its grasp.Laugh until the absurdspeaks wisdom making love Continue reading
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I’m Really Wishing I Was Born At 40
Women and men, women and women, men and men all can conversate with one another. It is in the fashion and way we do that shows our character. Civil conversation made with levity and calmness can lead to compromise. It is in compromise that truth and answers reveal themselves. While gossip, falsehoods, presumptions and assumptions Continue reading
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For The Moon…
I see the distant moon.I know it well.I’ve seen it from my room,twisting making me dwell in hell. In the inner thoughtsone will as one may notin the real world time is forgotyet even after me the moon will rot. In the chasm of gravity upheldinto a tomb close to my heartis a wound that Continue reading
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Memories At The Grave
Scream to oblivion you are calm,you’ve seen charm and alarm,and walked the earth happy dailyfinding no internal harm. See you a swift kick dose ofthe tricks slick as the devil thickyou become the sun of a gunand put him in his place quick. Take the victories small large,and you will find inside sidesof a mind Continue reading
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As The World Burns We Smile…Regards, Raven
If you want to know what really makes me mad: Is when people who know the right thing to do, who have the capability to do something about it and don’t, I don’t understand. No need laboring in thought over it. I’d rather labor over enjoyable thoughts. It is innate that we as a species Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 