What is it about the word
that people so mis-use its’ meaning
as they drop it glibly from
breathless lips
as if they knew personally
the loss of it
or worse
that they never ever
knew of its’ bliss
until deliverance by a
bloodsoaked warrior
they voice their senseless
patriotism to the wynd
but it blows away much lyke
a casual fart
exhuded from an
overindulged anus
much accustomed to
vast quantities of
carbohydrates
passing through
brain cells
their knowledge of history
shrouded by curtains of
coca-cola and corn chips
contains toxins
of lies
fed from beneath a
curious joke
from which dangles a
red, white and blue
fabrication
of truth
what is it about the meaning
of the word
that they who abuse it
will never know its sweetness
much lyke luve
it drips lyke spent semen from
their sucking lips
cold and useless
lifeless as a dead cod
which once swam
and knew
freedome
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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