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Threads of fate dance on intricacies of Embroidered patterns cutting Into time Painting lines of past into Tomorrows stitched on Souls of treeless Ste

Threads of fate dance on intricacies of Embroidered patterns cutting Into time Painting lines of past into Tomorrows stitched on Souls of treeless Steppes And black sands at the foot of forestes mountains #smallpoems

Singer and the Prince seek recompense in nonsense of Sattelite thresholds and untruths retold. A discernible distance in noise sung on pistons and pla

Singer and the Prince seek recompense in nonsense of Sattelite thresholds and untruths retold. A discernible distance in noise sung on pistons and plastic Institutions who rise with no foundation but Street lies in heated skies. #smallpoems

Parhelion Agendas wrapped in Chem trails shade Knowledge chasing Analogous moon dogs Nipping at Fenrir's Inner dreams cast a top broken Moons singing

Parhelion Agendas wrapped in Chem trails shade Knowledge chasing Analogous moon dogs Nipping at Fenrir's Inner dreams cast a top broken Moons singing to Cirrus Attidues and alltitude Lost when dogs catch chariots Silence in fallen suns #smallpoems

I watched, bent over my plate Vinyl diner stool cracked beneath me An uninvited glance as Cream tilted over cup coalseced in the mug Spoon stirring, k

I watched, bent over my plate Vinyl diner stool cracked beneath me An uninvited glance as Cream tilted over cup coalseced in the mug Spoon stirring, keeping time dazzled by the irony of cool cream keeping coffee warm #smallpoems

The mind is an unspoken thunderstorm, a glorified trophy Of time clapping appluase Desperate songbirds, whistles lost In winds of cursed poetry #small

The mind is an unspoken thunderstorm, a glorified trophy Of time clapping appluase Desperate songbirds, whistles lost In winds of cursed poetry #smallpoems

Spark our blessed match tossed into kindling, unlit burns bright in no heart but sits, sits waiting. A voice calling, unanswered someone must pick up

Spark our blessed match tossed into kindling, unlit burns bright in no heart but sits, sits waiting. A voice calling, unanswered someone must pick up a torch if a blessed match shall sing #smallpoems

roads of selfish desire senses propelled which perceived Wisdom is perpetual Wheels perpetual is wisdom perceived, which propelled senses desire. Self

roads of selfish desire senses propelled which perceived Wisdom is perpetual Wheels perpetual is wisdom perceived, which propelled senses desire. Selfish of roads #smallpoems

#smallpoems #clmooc For first time since 8th grade I don't have a paradox no three hole Gibsons shining black suede or cherry red no 10 hole steel cap

#smallpoems #clmooc For first time since 8th grade I don't have a paradox no three hole Gibsons shining black suede or cherry red no 10 hole steel cap boots to keep bullies at bay each lace pull protection against a harsh world

Carried on broken butterfly wings you see it voice embraced in perspectives cordially dissassembled in frenetic dance of traditional imagery Colors to

Carried on broken butterfly wings you see it voice embraced in perspectives cordially dissassembled in frenetic dance of traditional imagery Colors torn bouncing monolithic unity Camazots to Camelot shine Ardono's negative dialects wings flap but no one flys #smallpoems

Bohemian Queens dressed in wandering taddlers chase destiny in grey tailed feathers held So Jure Daughter undivided stocky body proud to forage. Not e

Bohemian Queens dressed in wandering taddlers chase destiny in grey tailed feathers held So Jure Daughter undivided stocky body proud to forage. Not enemy nor vassal but Destiny carved in caves wrapped in cloth #smallpoems

As hands turn a Clock dripping in sulfur replete green days grow When horns of Ivy cease to Operate a time bomb in clocks emanating a rancid stench of

As hands turn a Clock dripping in sulfur replete green days grow When horns of Ivy cease to Operate a time bomb in clocks emanating a rancid stench of tomorrow aged #smallpoems

Pnuema, breath, spirit a void Given to walking about Place a thing that surrounds or Force taking up Space? Pnuema, breath, spirit a void exists imper

Pnuema, breath, spirit a void Given to walking about Place a thing that surrounds or Force taking up Space? Pnuema, breath, spirit a void exists imperfect fit in Atomists Dreams of laughing philosophers #smallpoems

Cats chase geese in Crusades and Coalition Markets drip acid of conspiracy eating away planks holding up complaints a strong North Wind makes to our S

Cats chase geese in Crusades and Coalition Markets drip acid of conspiracy eating away planks holding up complaints a strong North Wind makes to our Sun #smallpoems

effectuate bank rate in boiler plate cognates of free state Apostates who dissertate and bloviate a spate of hate and irate floodgates of an ornate or

effectuate bank rate in boiler plate cognates of free state Apostates who dissertate and bloviate a spate of hate and irate floodgates of an ornate orange cheapskate with a taste for jailbait #7DayPoetryChallenge @RealisticPoetry #smallpoems

effectuate bank rate in boiler plates cognates of free state Apostates who dissrtate and bloviate a spate of hate and irate floodgates of an ornate or

effectuate bank rate in boiler plates cognates of free state Apostates who dissrtate and bloviate a spate of hate and irate floodgates of an ornate orange cheapskate with a taste for jailbairt #7DayPoetryChallenge @RealisticPoetry #smallpoems

Abyssinia scenes fold on loons and lizard lips seeking cosmic events bent on comma stints and appositive hints in moist membranes as reasons retract,

Abyssinia scenes fold on loons and lizard lips seeking cosmic events bent on comma stints and appositive hints in moist membranes as reasons retract, crashing into a frothy sea @RealisticPoetry #smallpoems #sevendaypoetrychallenge