Charles2
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CATEGORY
life
A
Gentle rain...
Drifts...
Softly... through our consciousness...
As if, in effort ...to explain...
A promise...
Kept
For US
To ...see...
Pure ...Hell
...may not come, as advertised
Thunder and lightning...
Erupting ...vulcanoes ...and earthquakes...
But, on wings of sweet illusions
...of style and grace...
Carryover
Of the sum of our past mistakes
C2
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COMMENTS
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mlowe5 says: Pure...Hell...Not good for paper airplane journeys... |
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Coalhouse says: Nice work |
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Charles2 says: Hell... is what comes next... once, you lay down your arms in battle ... against the demonic adversary |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Charles2
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Evil-Nomix Imagine 365 tv monitors in a large room Each one tuned to d... |
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Mankind Deaf? Dumb? Blind? What? Who?Yo... |
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Soul free
The very idea that you would be Forb... |
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Spiritual
Holding on by means Exceeding my most ext... |
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The Watchful (Revised) Not sure from blessed life in the garden  |
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Synergistic(Revisited) With Love Emotion Bonds stronger than |
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Heavens Kiss
A sidewards glance, as if A drop of water Caug... |
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Tin roof Musical tap dance rains falling striking the roof top |
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Negative confluence
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A Mothers love A mothers love is home based
Every child who knows&... |
