Never forget how much I love you.
We will stand up.
I’ll hold you if I have to.
You’re all I can trust now.
If they hurt you,
I will kill them.
Don’t worry about the strangers,
Passing eyes can be paid to become blind.
No soul will ever tell,
Out of fear, petulance, and greed.
The unholy trinity.
The only souls that really know the truth by time their fate shall show.
One goes to Heaven for being a Saint,
The other shall rot in a fiery Hell.
We must walk away and count to five.
I’ll hold your hand until it breaks away.
I’ll wrap my wings around you every time you get licked by the flames.
I rise and you fall.
We die, if we must…
No one must know,
What’s eternally between us…
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Mom