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    • STAYING IN SPIRIT DESPITE THE MADNESS OF THE WORLD

    W.G

     THE COMPLEXITIES OF MY INNER WORKINGS....INSIDE THERE'S A SINNER LURKING, A SAINT, AN ANGEL, A DEMON...WITHIN THEY'RE ALIVE AND BREATHING.....IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE MY TIME OR SEASON, BUT THERE'S A REASON FOR CALAMITIES AND GUN SQUEEZING. THE WORST ACTS OF MANKIND, THIS WORLDS A LANDMINE....I REST HERE BETWEEN NIGHT AND DAY. WHERE NOTHING IS PERMANENT, NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE, NOTHING BUT TRUTH...O' HOW I CRAVE THE SIMPLICITIES OF MY YOUTH...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    casp1’s Poems (16)

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    UNTITTLED 0 05/31/2010
    OBSCURUS 1:1 1 01/23/2010
    THE NIGHT THAT I DIED 2 01/22/2010
    WE ARE..... 0 01/22/2010
    LOCUST IN MY SOUL 1 12/29/2009
    VISITORS FROM THE PAST 0 12/28/2009
    W.G 0 12/13/2009
    SEPTEMBER STORM 0 12/13/2009
    A RECITAL 0 12/13/2009
    FEAR 1 12/13/2009
    THIS WINTER OF MINE 0 12/01/2009
    OBSCURUS 0 12/01/2009
    HURRICANE 1 11/27/2009
    R.A.W 2 0 11/26/2009
    THE AFTERMATH 0 11/15/2009
    TO HER... 0 09/22/2009
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