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Broken Tooth GrinHiding behind a mirrors reflection,The madman watches the day's routine;Settled on a couch or slumped behind a desk?Entwined under sheets or wrapped in a decaying skin?Oh my mad man! whisper for me a story,A story like the breeze entangled, entangledin a graveyard tree.
Cremation in A Rose MeadowThis is where it started,same as to where it'll end.Did you imagine a picture?Let me paint one then, "Let's see."Blood-red Roses versusOrange-red ember cuddling melting flesh?Hold on to a brush,Or possibly I can fumble to do so,Say, " Hold on to your life!" andI know, I shan't but I can't wish moreTo let go.My paintings become a smudged ruin,My sketch: a collection of troubled lines.A heart, I know exists,But it takes more than me to convey the message,Of persistence in trouble,and of a trust you'll never find.