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Tom Crayns 
Poetry/Prose
Here is one of my favorite eerie lines written by a Hollywood writer ... "Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright ..." The Wolf Man, by Curt Siodmak. Siodmak sees the Nazi swastika rising like the moon and good men, with the best intentions, who were pure in heart, could not stop themselves from behaving like an animal. That is why I find this line so riveting. Can we control our behavior? Can we move nations with empathetic words? Can we splash colorful language that is vivid and clear? Can we paint emotional attributes and see the human side? Can we stare at the full moon and let beauty seep into our pupils? Who and what are we to have such a savage history? Controlling behavior starts with sharing the language. We are more than a blade of grass, in our quietness, and without any guarantees to change one needs to begin with a journey. If it transforms you then it will be an odyssey. If you embrace its humility you will be less than a God ... you will be noble.




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Patches of Love

Autumn played the river
Of painted leaves, an orange and Indian red patches
Drifting peacefully on the virtual pupil
Of floats swept across a thirsty dream
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Sample Bits & Pieces Poetic Opiate Sweet
Without My Permission

You cannot touch my lips
If you have not touched my feelings

You cannot touch my feelings
If you have not touched my thoughts

You cannot touch my thoughts
If you have not touched my words
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Apocalyptic  Rap

   Nights slumber
    Cross town dinner
      Waitress satin hips
        Pancakes flip gently
          Just above my pillow

Alarm whipped the devil out of me every morning
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Just when you think everything is in sync.

Ask yourself is truth constant if you were someone else?

Would you be what your taught to be?
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What would it take for you to bypass your nest?

Accept another belief or divest all deities?

Why values change when science emerges?
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Right and wrong are words

Are they complete opposites?

Are they always constant?
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When will the next catalyst come?

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