Best Cankerous Poems

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.

God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of spoor,
planted upon poisoned plots
hoarding, warmth, desire and more…

God, the knots have knots! 
Pulse, and pump; push, and explore
lose the beastly...

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"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?

A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....

Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day...

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Heaven knows we need recovery from life 
like wounded birds of prey we need respite 
from those cankerous inkly thoughts of night
for when a tree falls all creatures live in rife 
Only a bright star knows how much we long 
for pearly doors ajar and...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Two


I will not understate my distaste, but I do not hate. I rate hate as being irate
Shall I underrate the spate of your hate as you devastate; leaving the ‘diva’ in a state?
You segregate, that’s active hate....

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There once was a branding woman that worked on a ranch
She ran through woods looking behind every branch
Frantic to find a tolerant male to arrange wedding plans
Her methods guaranteed producing orangutang comedians
Also, her cranky, exuberant life made the ranchers blanch

Grandmother arranged a meeting to hear...

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Within the cankerous catacombs of the slaving still
Where torrential tears fall like rumbling rain
As the decomposed dust gets its felonious fill
And sanctioned sorrows receive their parasitic pain

Where dichotomous dreams destroy the nightly nest
And slumberous souls reminisce their restless rest
As the Dragon turns to breathe its...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite functional purpose, 
Such as that which I'm 
Scrupulously concocting at...

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On the surface 
you’re all sweetness and light

But ... 
the truth is life isn't a game
and if I were to start digging
digging deeper than a gravediggers soiled shovel
I'd see through your libelous lies 
which spread daily
like a cankerous carbuncle

Well honey
I’m shooting from the hip -
why...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours truly did flub
even though as a scouting cub
how yours truly...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
To whom now other customs...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch 
The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep...

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