Anthony Joseph Erangey Biography

Life’s journeyed maze, twists, turns, and bends,
Demands the toll, we dread to pay.
The boatman waits this very day,
To ferry us to destined end.
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A ten by eleven tomb, lock secured, across the hall from the communal bathroom.
Up the long, steep, short tread stairs,
where many had been before and would come more,
With their ecstasy safely anchored to bottomless despair.
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Please pray tell, Where have you found love to dwell?
For I have heard numerous locations, described well.
Invisibly hidden in the human heart,
Mystically aloft as the clouds, apart.
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Beware black rose and pick her not,
Those who succumb, in Hades rot,
Her bloodlust thorns are hidden well,
And if you stoop, you’ve entered Hell.
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Coffee inspired scales of cascading resonance drip onto the floor
She writhes, he stiffens, they tangle their feet, tripping as one.
So swift and graceful, their bodies speaking in tongues
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