#dreams
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by Michael Plante The world is mine, this time, this space makes me king,a lazy king setting the future with my fortune of today.I make love to my queen in the tall grass.Together we bind the dawn and dusk into onethe breeze and the silence conform into passionwe are at the height of our youthin…
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by Michael Plante Secrets buried beneath the soilthought forgotten by those that deceivebut all misdeeds cut the souland blackness seeps out like blood.The structure that houses their Godfalls silent in the nightthe sickness remainsthe floors rotten. At dusk they fall to their kneesand God’s eyes look downwhat gets them through the nightshall strangle them by…
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by Michael Plante I plucked the eye of the cyclopsand swallowed it down with a cup of teastabbed the heart of darkness in the silence of the nightand brought home the demonsthat have far too long played with the mind. Never again shall I ask of morefor hunger drives the poet into madness.Divulge your saddening…
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by Michael Plante My suffering redefined my perception;once the pain had stoppedthe heart that longed for love and acceptancewas caressed by the hands of compassion.My tormented mind and body sense easement;tears of relief overcame my strife.The healing had begun. So I take you into my storyof how my perception of love was destroyedand how my…
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by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on the west coast is a paradisewhere free spirits meet and singfreely dancing upon the waves…
