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If all I am is memory and deeds,
than I am nothing more
and nothing less
than human.


Red Rose

Roses are red
Violence is blue
This poem is as pathetic
as the feelings I have for you.

Troy Allen Bull 1.96


I write poetry with a paint brush. As though Dali had a quill. I try to frame my words in the afterglow of reflection. I imagine a history of dreams and nightmares realized and lost in a lifetime joy and pain.

Baron Von Dark's Works

Poetry (Fantasy)	10/07/2007	Shadow Rapture
Poetry	07/14/2007	Hypnotic Barbarism
Poetry	07/13/2007	Gray Divides
Poetry	07/11/2007	Head Case
Poetry	07/06/2007	Late December
Poetry	06/15/2007	Sea Of Lust
Poetry	03/31/2007	Seedling Sour
Poetry	05/31/2006	Elixir
Poetry	05/04/2006	Four Horses
Poetry	04/26/2006	Tomorrow Started
Poetry	04/25/2006	Hover
Poetry	04/18/2006	Mirror Creep

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