this empty vessel
opens his heart to his muse...
poetry fills him
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reaching out to me
my muse bids me help myself...
to the words she holds
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We live our modern lives
Surrounded by technology,
Scientific marvels and
Advances, yet use them all,
As cavemen used clubs
And rocks and fire
To hew and hack
Leaving blood trails
On the minds and hearts
Of those who oppose us
Or are seen to be of
Another tribe than our own.
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gaily we embraced
in that madness we call dreams...
making love till dawn
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my public whispers
cause my love hidden blushes...
spreading waves of heat
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when words will not do
hands move silently on skin...
writing poetry
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poems on the wind
all my words whisper her name
she i cannot hold
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if i could but be
safely anchored in your port...
nevermore to roam
Donovan Baldwin