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In the time we stand so sure
(Poesía)
24-01-2008
by Robert Dodginghorse
In the time we stand before the hour of doubt. to Premark the graves we see so sure that some may die. I watch from afar trusting the leaders of our tribe to propel us to something brighter .threw the broken tinted glass of existing beer bottles I...
Lies in the Burial Ground
(Poesía)
21-11-2005
by Robert Dodginghorse
I would be deaf but how would I understand these lips with invisible sound.
Screaming on our own burial ground where we were once kids.
Innocence revealed to be our kings raining pains we create to define ourselves as unique characters and to...
The Taste of His Words
(Poesía)
28-09-2005
by Robert Dodginghorse
He’s got fast paced lies,
yes the kind that could live .
He’s got fashion made of splintered shawls
through unspeakable cloth.
His poems are such mind enhancers
i hear him every moonlit night
and look how they flock to him,
they'll...
Victims on stage twelve.
(Poesía)
4-08-2007
by Robert Dodginghorse
Victims on stage twelve
What are these stages we face.
Without warning,we are confronted
A new game, a new war life's chaotic place.
Answers tremble, from a drunk Mother's lips,
"it wont get better"
There we stand, on a hope beaten cliff....
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