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Brian Ashkin Poetry: 05/30/14
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Friday, May 30, 2014. I'm Still Here Dear. You Have My Ear Dear. I'm Still Your Beau. I Still Remember Dear. Through The Years Dear. As We've Grown Old. Your Not Too Old Dear. Remember Dear I'll Still Be Here. I Still Remain Sincere. Your Still "My Hope". What Is My Website Worth. Dead Uncles - Dream. The Young Man Ran After His Uncle. Trying To Gain The Answer. Is It True Uncle? His Uncle Sat On the Curb. They Say You Have Died". Subscr...
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: The Game
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Friday, May 2, 2014. And I'm Ready To Fight. For What Is Mine For What Is Right. And I'm Ready To Battle. To Stride The Horse. To Take The Saddle. To Put My Strength. To Place My Hopes Against. I'll Battle To The End. My Friend . Be Aware. For Others Have Dared. And Found That I was Well Inspired. Watch Out I'm Here. You'll Remember My Name. Long After This Game. What Is My Website Worth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Madness Defin...
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: Dead Uncles - Dream
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Friday, May 30, 2014. Dead Uncles - Dream. The Young Man Ran After His Uncle. Trying To Gain The Answer. Is It True Uncle? His Uncle Sat On the Curb. His Wrestlers Shorts Bagging Up Around His Legs. They Say You Have Died". His Uncle Stared Up At Him. He Looked Around As If Surveying The LandScape With Newfound Eyes. I'd Like To Think There Is 'More' To Life". With That Statement The Spectre Of His Dead Uncle Faded From View. It Was A Dr...
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: 05/27/14
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Tuesday, May 27, 2014. Abigail Soon Must Fail. There are things I need to say. Abigail soon must fail. There are worlds I have to show you. There are things you have to see. Abigail soon must fail. There are nights you have to dream me. There are dreams you have to be. Abigail soon must fail. There are worlds beyond this being. There are places have to be. Abigail soon must fail. There are beings I can see them. Abigail soon must fail.
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: 05/22/14
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Thursday, May 22, 2014. A New Loss To Take. The Place Of The Last New Pain. As It Fades From View. Until Finally I Suppose There Will. Be A Loss Of The Words Themself. When I Lose "The Poetry". Then The "Final" Loss. I Will Be Finally Allowed. To Sleep Without The Nightmares. And Speaking Of Nightmares. Have Your Ever Gone Biking. Only To Get Trapped In The Mud. To Gaze Out Into The Clear Water So Close. The "Crock Family Values". Yes De...
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: 05/24/14
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Saturday, May 24, 2014. I Want To Haunt You. I Want To Haunt You. Haunt Your Daytime Activities. I Want To Haunt You. Because I'm A Ghost. A Ghost Of My Former Self. Fuel A Raging Fire. Burn Into The Heart. Of The Few Who Dare To Start. The Endless Circle of Our Fears. Rip The Many Tears. Of Continuity Of Time. Drink Up Your Wine. And You'll Find Me There. A Ghost Of My Former Self. What Is My Website Worth. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: X-Ray Of Myself
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Thursday, April 10, 2014. It's What I'll Look Like In the Grave. After Numerous Numerous Nights. And Long Grey Days. Just A Hint Of The Flesh. That Was Me In My Youth. Donations go to the poet Brian Ashkin to cover costs associated with publishing my works online - if I have touched you with my works of poetry please do make it possible for me to continue publishing my works online. What Is My Website Worth. What Is My Website Worth.
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: Meeting Mr.Death - Please Hear My Plea
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Wednesday, April 9, 2014. Meeting Mr.Death - Please Hear My Plea. I've Come For Your Apology. Or For Your Blood On Me. I've Come For Your Love. Or I've Come For Your Death. Yes I've Come Yes I've Come. Mr Death Please Hear Me Out. I Have To Shout. Over The Departing Souls Of Tomorrows Gold. MrDeath I Haven't Lived. But Will Tomorrow's News Bring Your Tools. MrDeath Hear My Plea Hear My Plea For Sanctity. I Ask For A Mere But One Day.
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List Of Top 50 Article Directories By Traffic,Google PageRank To Submit To. Thursday, January 1, 2015. Submit Site to 130 Search Engine Submission. Submit Site to 130 Search Engine Submission. What Is My Website Worth. Website Worth Calculator - Find Website Value, Appraise Domain, Site Appraisal. Website Worth Calculator - Find Website Value, Appraise Domain, Site Appraisal. What Is My Website Worth. Backlink Builder Building Backlinks. Backlink Builder Building Backlinks. What Is My Website Worth.
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Brian Ashkin Poetry: Fresh Water Crocks
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Better Than Edgar Allan Poe Original Poetry By Author Brian Ashkin. Thursday, May 22, 2014. A New Loss To Take. The Place Of The Last New Pain. As It Fades From View. Until Finally I Suppose There Will. Be A Loss Of The Words Themself. When I Lose "The Poetry". Then The "Final" Loss. I Will Be Finally Allowed. To Sleep Without The Nightmares. And Speaking Of Nightmares. Have Your Ever Gone Biking. Only To Get Trapped In The Mud. To Gaze Out Into The Clear Water So Close. The "Crock Family Values". Yes De...