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3 shared some thoughts
great image!
great eye, mage!
What a beautiful picture this is
Thank for dropping by
There’s nothing subtle in this
This is up in your face –
Like headlights off broken glass on a wet road
This is up in your body –
Like cool jazz, Trane on a hot red midnight
Sometime - Nothing’s right
Others no matter how weird it gets
No matter what people say
You could walk across fire
Dance with the west wind
Make rain in the desert
Yeah! sometimes
You could make the desert bloom
Some people
Will try to convince you
That the pain of others
Is a joyous thing
Poetry and pain
It makes no sense to me
(c) Black Arts 1996
Somehow this put me in mind of this poem of mine. Hope you enjoy.
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