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Poetry · Writing

floating stallion

September 17, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see you with both eyes: i never noticed something never unnoticed the wild nature a homerun swinging cager it was nothing major just an all in wager your spirit will be with me inspirit. i'll never forgive this world if they take these eyes eyes; that have seen an angel~

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untitled 11

September 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

a moment, sweet & short capped off with a drink~ a moment we made love with a moment untouched by the outside world that lives like a stallion in open fields

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2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate; fulfilled to the max counting our stacks war with our axes rewriting all our exes; i just ate, now i'm full

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ufos are real

September 13, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i've seen them every time you come around

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monkey

September 11, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

did you hear that? "nope" enjoy the silence brought to you by positive energy-

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be you;

September 8, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you said you said you see yourself in me no baby no you're better you're you

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first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games just tell me you're ready; i think this was the plan since we met but we didn't listen- so after you see this; know my mind has been stuck my soul wanders a string of second & third hands waiting for yours; no games just tell me

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mirror

September 6, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she said when you look deep she sees nothing "beware the mirror" it's just the beginning to busy fittin' in- an missin' what was really meant for you spinnin' in a stew of yesterday. look into the mirror you're biggest admirer

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high noon

September 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i choose not to shoot- to wait; but everything everything is telling me to let rounds fly;

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air sign energy

September 3, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was a ` spacial ` experience

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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