they say march can be a lion
some say she’s gentle like a lamb
I say she’s no different
than I’ve ever known her
all my years living in this land
march two thousand fourteen
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so much dark emotion lives
deep within us
locked away from centuries past
idling by and unafraid
able to unleash itself
most unexpectedly
almost anything can spark
its wickedness
awakening from dormancy
and revealing bloody secrets
only unknown ancestors
ever knew subsisted
like a lion suddenly enraged
instinctively
you rush from out of the bushes
rip apart the innocent lamb
quietly devouring
any remnant of yourself
june two thousand thirteen
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Wherever the king
may range and roam
he forever remains
at the center
of the universe
Accepting of his role
with relentless pride
he’s fully aware
of his position
in the food chain
Strolling the perimeter
of their sacred land
he revels at the sight
of his pretty women
fixing his next meal
november two thousand twelve
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