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Penned Twilight PrayersOn Sunday seeking solace God laid in a darkened forest sliced his wrists spilling fireflies for any sinking souls to find angels in the night.Penned Twilight Prayers
Soul searching in somnolence, I dine in silent gardens seeding with nihilism. Chasing the wasps, I hope their flutter of faith will incinerate my amaranths of reason.
Deep in the American night as truths fall like snow can we still weave the stars to fit our dreams?


Reasons for the WeekendBecause human nature zig-zagged in reverse from wand-waving mornings to night, plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,Reasons for the Weekend
Because we ignored the blue neon signs that smiled Enter through the gates, and monkeyed up the glass walls instead, with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten, though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down
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