Poems by Walter Heineman
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| which one would you save |
| a waste of money |
| and that is what i think i am watching |
| i have spent years |
| i want revenge |
| i want to keep my hands ready |
| if you want to know that you must go over there |
| notifications have been posted |
| secret engines and circles |
| the abuse of self |
| the park |
| those are not rays of sunlight |
| who answers the question |
| a crouching woman twisted into herself |
| a wife who wakes up |
| advising adam and eve |
| all these plans |
| an ugly mission |
| ancestral grudges |
| asking for forgiveness |
| closer to the end |
| coming to terms with it |
| death wrestling |
| democracy |
| dietary sin |
| does the eternal |
| ecstasy |
| enough money |
| everyone laughing |
| fertility requires our interest |
| finding out |
| globalism |
| how do i explain what i am |
| how do we forgive |
| how does a god pass away |
| i am troubled |
| i just cannot help it |
| i try to explain the garden |
| if you live long enough |
| if you need to have faith |
| in this place |
| intimate bathroom grooming |
| moving camelot |
| my grandfather explained genealogy |
| not everyone |
| opening the meaning |
| organize the execution |
| playing the guitar |
| predacious lovers |
| reincarnation |
| satan and the last laugh |
| sin lives in the place where everything is for sale |
| six days pass |
| small games with the dead |
| special interest groups |
| spiritual cursing |
| the assembly place |
| the calendric question |
| the conflict |
| the crossing bridge |
| the dancer |
| the first moment |
| the idea |
| the lesson of fabric metamorphosing into a rag |
| the lesson |
| the meaning of evolution |
| the missing rib |
| the mouth of a tyrant |
| the mystic |
| the other playground |
| the proper emotion |
| the recidivist |
| the same thing |
| the sound of women laughing |
| the strategist |
| the topsoil |
| the true faith of anyone |
| there is nothing cruel |
| truth in astronomy |
| understanding wisdom |
| what is a beautiful field to them |
| what is justice |
| when the soul leaves its body |
| who teaches the soul |
| constellations with no stars |
| i suppose you could argue |
| in weather like this |
| no one lives in the moment |
| she reminds me |
| the goddess and her daughter |
| the spiritual issue of incomplete men |
| wheel of fate |
| all doubts |
| both sides |
| but there is even more |
| closed loop |
| creation is what it is not |
| crimes against humanity |
| deconstructed love poem |
| dementia is sleeping in deep well |
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