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One shot of envy
Two shots of love
Few drops of luck
Just a hint of fear.
Pour over cubes of the past
Shake well, shake well
Top with hope
Garnish with joy.
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A stranger bumped into me
He never said sorry, neither did I
It's New York rush hour
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I see you every day
near the Hudson Bay.
Your body is like wine
but, your mine.
I know other men tried to win you over-
they all failed-
because you are meant for me.
Your name is like a lost French folk song,
or New York City in the rain
I seek no sorrow and feel no pain
when I hear your name, Jayne.
Our love will never go wrong-
you look like the sun rising over the mountains of Montana,
or the misty moonlight over the Black Sea
because you are the only one for me.
Some call you glory in your grace of glory
but, that's another story.
I will love you
your my psychedelic lover-
will you love me too?
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I LOVE NEW YORK FOR WHERE WE LIVE.
I LOVE NEW YORK JUST BECAUSE IT IS CLEAN.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN SO MANY WAYS.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE NEW YORK WHERE THE AIR IS FRESH AND CLEAR.
I LOVE NEW YORK FOR IT IS SURE TO US.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE NEW YORK VERY WELL YOU SEE.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN THE MORNING AND THE EVE.
I LOVE NEW YORK FOR IT IS WHERE WE ARE.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
DWIGHT D. DAVIDSON, JR.
DR. BARBARA J. ZINNAMON
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down the road from you
not too far away
there once lived an I
alone and together
with hopes and dreams
always keeping an eye out
for that right moment
who never made it
to our one-way street
Krisallah Da Yah
fire, love, new york,
Sexy *** ***, God
wonderful breast that make Virgin's love
so which ones?!?
you love those Debbie Downers!?!?
they might cut it off just to make it incomplete
you gotta be the best thing that happened to me
if you were a whore
I might take you off the cornerstone
and make cash with it instead of *** Kissing
and I am the one YOU sex
in the symbol of a woman to make you feel flesh
Don't listen to rabbit
he ain't got love in which is like pleasure
Our pleasure is the best because our love connects
I love you dark hair
wheat field smile
cuz not even an Angel can reach it
and that my city
and you are the most beautiful so I'm snitching
What can be said
That hasn't been said?
This: The newness of experience
Of every sentient searcher
In their inability, their complete futility,
Of "staying in"
With the magma buzz beyond the window,
The heat and expanse
Beckoning the poet's aching heart
In the coldest month of Manhattan.
February in New York.
All desires derivative of a single step.
We arrive and splay outward the reckless fit of our passion
As we love and learn
Aileen Diaz Kavanaugh
lost love, me,
Anchor me here in your harbor of hurt.
Say you're in love with me, but please make it curt.
The water is shallow the people are too.
In the very beginning it was just me and you.
My heart is half empty and there's no one to blame.
I did it all myself, in this self destructive game.
So as I lay dying here on the floor.
Do whatever you want just don't close the door.
Like two detectives in the night
We walk the glass slipper.
I have to remind myself I’m still learning.
To be alone is the soul’s paralysis.
Though in the solitude there is everything.
To be sad is ongoing, and important for life.
And to be free is the starving mind,
Growing and starving.
Step and Stares.
New York wares.