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birth of the sun, moon and stars

i'd heard
it spoken
how he
hated stars
and frivolous
things

and lazy
sundays
old dogs
with
older men
who sat
in parks
smoking
talking with
young children,
imparted wisdom

he never
in his existence
conversed
with god,
with strangers,
with her

they said
if you met
he'd inspire you
and you would
cut out stars,
drag down
the moon
and live
in the suns shadow

but with her
he fumbled words
drank dark poetry
in darker places
than she would go
all while saying

i never cared
i don't care,
i won't

they say
his child

looks just like him

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Stunning this was a pleasure to read, Regards Roscoe...ps welcome

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Oh yes.

They never say what isn't God's truth. The son looks just like his father...made in his *own* image.

Welcome again, thank you for bringing your POETRY.

~A

Gee, it almost sounds like you met my biological father. hahaha lol

I'm glad that you've found Neo. I will be looking forward to reading more of your work.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Great free verse with a lot of meanings in this one. I enjoyed this write. Good job

Mona

You are too kind, I so appreciate the lovely comments and friendliness of this place, it's a breath of fresh air to me.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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LOL...I just love your comments already :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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