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F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
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the end is here
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no, it is not near
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HOLIBLAZE
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illuminating highway somewhere near Emblazon City
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glowing cigarette butts
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waltz across the deadened tar
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refracted like a firefly in my passenger seat
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windshield
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spiraling down to the falls
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to watch the christening lights, shackled
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around a manger, from fallen heights
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while waiting for a spark to enlighten me
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to
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jump
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into
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depths
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where I could be a glow-worm bait
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for some lonely fisherman whose wife
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died in a house fire from an electrical short
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during Christmas 1985
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Indiana Poet Dec. 27, 1997
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Mystically altered stayfree atmosphered,
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deceptional deity your aura is seen free,
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lifted by spirit, classified as hear it,
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nouveau novae ecliptic for say,
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hello invisible shadily Sade,
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majestic queen sure say celestial,
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diva per se exciter sure fire,
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why do I agaze your presence so,
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exotica fluorescent elixir of bliss,
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chiming crescendo moonlight kiss,
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magical you are shining afar,
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you are my life honeymoon eyes,
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you are my soul mate angel comprise.
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sadia
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Strangers
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longing,
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burning,
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itching,
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craving,
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a long hot
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night filled
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with desire
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glances exchanged
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names never mentioned
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touch me
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kiss me
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feel me inside you
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burn with passion
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purr with ecstasy
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scream with pain
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no words were uttered
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lust prevailed
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The morning sun awoke us
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and away we walked
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perfect.........strangers.
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bluerose
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Two like souls dance in this shallow world.
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the ability to judge.
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Nightly outpour of some strand of me.
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Pulled taut between self realization and angst.
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But not the angst you now..
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He lies down the road around
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the corner behind the store.
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My angst is different.
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One day I might even get introduced to who he really is.
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Mortals may ponder and deem it worthy..
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of a new name.
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I care not.
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My two best friends
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My two best friends,
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is what I wish to express to you...
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tell you about them,
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for they truly are my two best friends.
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Why should I care what you think
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of them, anyways?
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Because, they could be anyone's
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best friends, some day.
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Frist, there is the one,
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I saw walking out the door,
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I had finished eating,
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and there she was...
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Friend at first sight.
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I walked right up to her, and grabbed hold of her,
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and decided she was the one I really wanted.
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So, here I am, holding her now,
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and, no I am never going to let her go.
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She is so graceful,
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lines of saddness fade from her,
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and images of happiness float about her,
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just depending on the light she's in.
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So sleak, she always is at her peak,
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looking wonderful,
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no matter what kind of day she's had.
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Oh, how jealous some get ...
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Always ready to listen,
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and willing to talk,
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Never just saying
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"Oh, can't it just wait?".
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Then there is my other best friend.
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Always willing to listen,
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never giving me trouble,
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he just sits there, and waits.
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Waits for me, to talk...
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having patience for me to take my time.
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Always available for me,
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all I have to do is reach for him.
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No matter where I am,
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there he is...
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and no he is not a stalker,
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he's just a true friend.
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Never running out of time,
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for me... will always hold my hand.
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He does this, because he has
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eternity... or until a flame destorys him.
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So, how can I say that anyone is able
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to reach these best friends of mine?
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Beucase, of who they are...
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no I am not being religious
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or even spiritual...
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(Just a little crazy)
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I"m just expressing my gratitude
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for the friends that will always listen
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and are always there for me.
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the friends, that I can always rely on.
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Who are these great,
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supposed best friends of mine?
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Simply, papers of my journal,
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and my writing pen.
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Kamira
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(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
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