Thoughts are collasal higher then skyscrappers more like sky chasers

If ever evolved into vapor one thought could consume a society and make front page of a paper

WHILE DOUBTS ARE MINISCUE I SHOOT THEM IN THE POCKET LIKE POOL

DOUBT IS LIKE THAT ONE KID WHO NEVER LEAVES THE SIDE OF THE POOL

My thoughts have after thoughts pictures and images that take after art

I ought to put my thoughts on stage I apologize for the sarcasm

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to faith, the physicist remains adverse
determined there’s no god, says there’s no need
for a designer, as the universe
itself, could be the cause of its own seed

with postulates of branes (no, no not brains)
and strings and bubbles (scientific slang)
while using math enough to cause mass migraines
they guess what happened prior to the bang

although the math displays what just could be
it seems to me a foolish thing to claim
with tools of only one reality
one can disprove what’s outside known domain

’’love that night’’

That night never ceases to be
a night of my life
of all my dreams,
of those small little pieces of love
I had always forever nursed
in my minds youthful eyes
that day, decades away.

Fear
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by RW
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The dark woman kneels beside me
only as my eyes are closing
Her long hair tickles my nose in the night
her soft motion birthing eddies
from the shadows
she's riding on my nightmares laughing
she's got something for me now
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she's like the seeds that fall to earth
among the thorns that choke the birth
of all but dank, low-lying mist
her red eyes shining daemon kissed
what called her to my room this night