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Welcome to my page this is where i post poems (both new and old). I;m sorry, but i have a bad habit of forgetting to date my work. I will add dates when i can.
It should also be noted that some of these poems were written in a time of great stress and depression. Please keep that in mind and know that i have no true desire to harm myself or anyone else.
Some of my work contail crude language and violent, vivid imagry. If this offends you then don't read it.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Red canvas

opening night, the final exhibition
this is the final painting
this is the masterpiece
by the hand of the artist

thumb on the hammer
the gun is his brush
the wall is his canvas
his blood, the richest red

on his knees / eyes closed
gun in mouth / brush in hand
he'll paint memories / one final stroke
on the wall

he cannot resist it
the brushs' call
on the wall
painted in the richest red

because, by the hand of the artist
he took the brush in his hand
one final stroke
painted in the richest red

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