Nicholas Peter Poems

We crossed Heaven county border lines,
unto the bright Angelic host of purifying trumpets,
and lights to be seen and heard,
for a thousand nights.
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Come to me,
For I am the keeper of the lonely,
the lost,
the sick,
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No hand of friend,
music,
or literature,
can touch you.
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Your femininity,
rolls up like a flower,
blooming bright clouds,
of color,
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The moon shone brilliantly
against the night sky
and the rain fell gently
on our bodies.
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I spent the night in meditation
in lotus position I sat
harmonious and bright
a shine like the Buddha.
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Bless the body
and give me my daily bread.

Drink the wine
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March in step
row by row
noble men sent to graves.
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Revert the virgin
she's different now
no pure whit to shine.
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