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by: Steven Ilchev, 2009
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Thrust-a-thumping thoughtlessly
betwixt the ghosts' classic attire
in broad, too clear daylight
is not rewarding to the soulful lava
vivacity of sensation's nitpicking vassals
for there is no faint candle-light in sight,
no mystery's tingly frivolity
and no subtle fingerpicking that
prolongs that most glorified
waiting-game of ours.
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OMG....another place to look and listen to Stevo....Don't take offense. This is me being funny! lol
ReplyDeleteNice poetry but not about Rhodes...
Almost time for listening to Michael Savage who lives to me but a dream that which I once wished to live.