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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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 Humble, at home, Upon her beauty he grazes, Like a hungry boar lost in garbage, He wallows for an invitation, To savor her pleasing attention. Fearful subservience, The search for a way outside the self, A cleaver mental trick to cleave reality, No chances are taken to save a soul from crying, About shadows that dream of morning light Every life's miraculous, Beyond birth and burden, Beyond hope and happiness Beyond cells and neurons, |
