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Free Portrait Photography e-Book
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IT’S A NEW DAY
Today, a gift from God, I’ve put a stake in the ground. Today, a gift from God, I’ve covered the nakedness of my broken little boy. I will see his pretty face, while his shame and suffering are clothed in Christ’s righteousness.
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To Warm a Galaxy
Honey-colored heaps hide under cotton. Empty triangles fall up. Sunrise fades to a glassy voice piercing cold air, until warm toes wink into the void. I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.
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Stars in the Morning
Twilight stars bright! In the morning, Shall they be gone? I have hope Morning of stars! This time they shall stay.
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Cradle
Please note, I was in the psyc ward with mania when I penciled this and wrote this poem. It still means something to me, but please interpret it as an art communication when I’m not doing well. I rarely create art any other time– too depressed and/or unmotivated. he climbs to the attic / he […]
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Seven of Nine’s Lament
Now do it again With your mess hall games
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rubber room
why aren’t you answering daddy? why is the policeman gone?
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fiery little girl
She is afraid of the globe But the globe is afraid of her And she hasn’t a companion to answer her riddle as she sheds tears upstream over sovereignty and reality
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A boy I once held
Death has a smell Like ungodliness filled my tent Simon so slimy Pale Blue Frozen here with me forever Rising always leaving never Photograph I love you so Rotten pee and fuck sweat woe White Now I really have a lover I am never lonely never Side by side in a sticker book Somewhere I […]
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Ballad of a Lost Little Boy
(or, Damien’s Ballad*) when i am lonely then i will blok out the world i find a spaseship because this mommy i dreamed this is my happy this is the drug of my life this keeps me safest this is what true love onse seemed when you leave me mommy when you leave the rain […]
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Just mommy and me
tuck me swing me my bed fill me tight with lullaby sweet mama 30 minutes or all night 45 minutes i’m swinging
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That Hobo Kannot See
Don’t talk bad ’bout Pa Don’t you dare go out there! We trust him not you Why is that, does he kare? You’re a big fat bitch I’m beautiful and thin You’re wicked and kruel I’m more than just this skin You just want revenge Justice matters to me You didn’t ask Pa […]
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Inside my triangle
Heavy Blankets press down The fort is made I am safe, I kan’t move Alone. Dark.
bughouse poems and art 