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Write, Starr
Write, Starr. Do it. Write about love, or fear, or the world, but write,...
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Looking Up to the Stars
So many people already awake;
So few looking up to the stars.
Their minds say, “Morning”
And even though the Sun has yet to hit
the Horizon,
They miss looking up and taking in
the Beauty and Magnitude
and Mystery of
It All.
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Compassionate Boundaries
Along the path it seems
Like I have lost so many things.
But in a certain way,
I want everything to stay;
As if somehow its wrong
For life to move along.
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5/14/2002 4:54pm
Running from my own mindCaught between the sands of timeYearning for...
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[a riddle peom, written some time at...
Raspberry skittle.Do for aWhat I wouldn’tMy fiddle.While I playYour...
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12:56am (PEANUT BUTTER TIME)
Blue alligatorsTremble in the Abstract waters as theElderly cannibalsDetract...
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Internal Freeze (9/18/1997)
I am cold, so cold.I can’t erase the song which keeps Playing in my...
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September 1997
Deep into the meadow it roams,With no knowledge of what it will find.Carried...