R. P. Coke
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Cycle of the CycleA Poem by R. P. Cokeits a version of a cycle, which dips back on itself, rotating everywhere - always. the end. |
SuckledA Poem by R. P. CokeThe audience is watching. What kind of people will humanity be? We must be remade. This is the expression of thoughts to this issue. |
HallelujahA Poem by R. P. Coke |
The New Old EarthA Poem by R. P. Cokein honor of earth day |
The Rainy NothingA Poem by R. P. Cokethe rain would come, the people would shout but i was still about |
The Streams DreamA Poem by R. P. Coke |
Gone GoodbyeA Poem by R. P. Coke |
The Flow of IA Poem by R. P. Coke |
Somehow the NothingA Poem by R. P. Coke |
The Yelling WhispersA Poem by R. P. Coke |