

The WriterThe WriterThe Writer
He wrote in that greatest squall of the passion He wrote the great pastoral My poet writ in red, he gave his edict He carv’ed in the vellum, the master gave his word The writer of my sins, he knew of all my needs The master’s sheets were burned
My chosen scripter, he’d written all my deeds He tells a tell little listened, but not inheard He fill’d the quire, to remove the diktat His words my soul enthrall He wrote and signed my emancipation
© 2005 Daniel (DM) Malone


Love's VenomWhen sorrow is a blessing, let hope fall as rain when the soul knows it’s missing it ne’er forgets the painLove's Venom
It stands against me and seeks my command, I fall to the winter grey and bleak nothing, empty, my soul.
O sinful love how I hate thee, you are so foul and malevolent, I can’t save it my soul, nothing
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Live life as an "!"
not as a ","
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Sanchez: I know mon means man, but I dont think och means anything.
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