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guerir-depression-soignerlurking in the shadows

at home in the dark

you’d kill for a good show.

Really, you never left

Lovingly gazing;

a serpent in my breast.

why do you love me so

my dearest lover,

my godforsaken beau?

 

 

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Jimi-Hendrix-pop-art-ppcornBones as far as the eyes can see.

just as I thought there was nothing else,

eyes so dark, almost too clear.

you played me so well;

you made up your own clef.

How do they say?

“That damn smile”?

Yours a damnation in disguise

Poison beautifully concocted.

After digging so many layers

of pain, rage and despair

I knew the real you.

I won’t be sad for you.

I chose you,

You chose you too.

 

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MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD?

Well..?

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MIGHT GOD BE A CHILD

Never a picture of god, thoughts of a face like ours,

As a child, as children did we wonder or believe more,

The Innocence of a young mind holds fantasies of many.

Playing in a kingdom just as a child plays in the park,

Could this place be for a mysterious boys amusement or not?

Might God be a child, Is this why we grow old and die,

Possibly a magnificent little boy who created it all.

When there was nothing was there a who to think there could be something,

Might God be a child? If so then how might this soul have been created,

How did we go from nothing to something, was God born from nothing?

Keith Garrett

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