Best Eruptive Poems

In raw dawn I emerge
crow-thoughts
pecking skull-bone
black as plowed earth.

Farm-stench floods –
dung, hay and blood –
primal musk of life
and death intertwined.
Yet in this first breath
of day there’s a peace
and so stillness
rising from the land
like a satin prayer.

Twin mountains loom
granite-toothed giants
gnawing at the pale sky’s
underbelly.
I but a...

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I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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Dormant desires within derelict deserts’
Winds whispering of your selective stealth
Frozen fingers that chill the empty spaces
Longing for you a pacifier of thickened thorns
Discombobulation drives the day
Your mendacious love marooned on dusty dunes
Secluded silhouettes stranded
Mystifying mirages migrating
Only sacrificial shadows scream
Where your love mutates into a holographic...

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How full is the earth’s beauty! 
And how I implore the lengthening
Of just a day; that I may bask in 
That days brief eruptive flowering.'
Oh how a blemish, throws my senses reeling,
As I pulsate to the Hidden altercation,
'That holds' the core of my habitations 'way'
Eternity...

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Virtual Fantasy
              by Odin Roark

So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face

First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe 

Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart

Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s...

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Brilliant writers
have recommended to younger students,
to only write if they cannot live without doing so.

Elder successful icons of artistic expression,
dance,
voice,
drama,
sculptors
have similarly advised apprentices,
do not do as I have done
unless you could do naught else.

But what about gardening
and parenting?
speaking of grace and beauty, lovely communication,
visually and...

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volatile erasure
vehement evasion

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Just see the morning itself has come to sit in my spine shaking in delight
A grand sun much grander in splendour than the one you see everyday
Is bubbling over in laughter of each and every molecule of my existence
Bringing out dark green vibrations on the...

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Wondrous was the day that you were born,
Our miracle made from loves composed…
A thousand Angels came to adorn,
Symphonic seraphim smiling posed.

What a joy to hold you forever,
Eruptive emotions with love flow…
Your healing heart our greatest treasure,
Your festal face heavens afterglow.

Happy birthday till the end of...

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Maybe because I have on my public health hat,
my ego searches for more ecotherapeutic subclimates.

Maybe because we wear our ego/ecotherapeutic climates inside,
Real Whole EarthTime bilaterally searches 
for wealthier public hat health.

Maybe because I'm reading Sorceress and Her Wandering Apprentice:
Gaia and Her Wondering ReSourcefulNest,
Iain McGilchrist's neurological...

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Endurance is not of your nature,
Solidity glides in wavering motions upon my pitiful neck,
Now brazen silver does linger,
Trite lance, ravenous knife does make one last,
Sorrowful trek...

I know you'll adore each compassioned endeavor,
And your canvas lay pared, splayed and sculpted tissue.

You've rendered such precious jet-black clouds...
They...

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Should I come this way again, I wonder what I would see, who would I find left.
If the seasons were the same would the visions and the images remain as they are, does anything or anyone remain, unchanged?

Or would all be erased, eradicated by both...

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It’s Okay
        by Odin
Roark

Many see labeled
folds and creases
Across forehead and
brow
As problems
unresolved
As thinking lines

Perhaps when one
sleeps
Furrowed wrinkles
stay left behind
The hoe of worry
Takes its earned
respite
While the world’s
hope of harvest
Gathers rest in
darkness

How tenuous
This short-lived
slumber
Where battlegrounds
Become buried
beneath peaceful
seeding

Where life’s
nourishing fields
Find shelter from
evil’s...

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any fool can be a philosopher
and it's not that big a deal
to be an Oracle either
we all notice more than we let on
so much is kept from us
to lessen disruption is the scam
while time disrupts this moment into the next
everyone looks for a new level...

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