Best Hypothermic Poems

I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?

Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,

my teary eyes softly wander upon...

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Ego hears SuperEco's universal exhalation,
natural explication.
 
Id-entity actively self-purges with each inhalation,
even through dissonant death's hypothermic double-hinged boundary,
then emerges from inhaling information
to exhaling decomposition,
death and dissonance transcendent
polycultural Beloved Community Regenesis,
iconically liturgical within each human natured breath.
 
We are wise to be afraid of fear;
fear steals...

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Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
weaving functions with frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color fluencies,
soaring summer's Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
sawdust outcomes
without winter's quenching white...

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I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time
sewing Earth's naturally revolving liturgy,
Eco-Rites of Passage
through TransMillennial Tao's fertile transition field,
Earthly universe our Garden-Commons home,
sacred cooperative space,
human nature's polynomial language place.

Time unveils creative conscience as incarnating evolution,
Dharmakaya.

Space covers metaphysical gravity valleys of co-temporal metaphor
premised on regeneratively patterned...

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Winter sweater clings
as Spring springs forward in March
— hypothermic knit

3/12/2018...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has set, lending its light for a little while
And like the...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers scratched the skies,
And the guns in the distance snapped like...

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We never enter the basement.
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect.
I've seen it once, this basement of ours.
I felt its chill, at first what I saw was unknown. It...

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"We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will."
     Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

We have a challenger wrestling within called our Ego
emerging with...

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Looking at you,
I don't feel dead anymore
Once upon a time I was found hypothermic in the rain
Now I am Good Soup for the soul of those that surround me

Looking at you,
Gone are my inconvenient insecurities
Not too long ago I was internally blood dry beating myself...

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Our conversations;
I sit consumed by your fire,
words frozen in ice;

Waiting just to slip 
as cracks destroy solid ground;
Fall, but you still breathe;

Chilled lake in motion
a circle that does not stop;
Resistance draining;  

Cold, hypothermic;
 Reality is thawing,
innuendo drips;

Lingering soulful kisses 
dance all over goose fleshed...

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my broken heart
shivers in water waiting 
hypothermic for the inclusion
of loneliness devoted 
as satellite hands end
in faithfulness blind 
and burnt as a violet 
beneath a Saharan sun
engaged to violence...

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i'm not
Jack and
she's not
Jill but
down
we tumble
down
the hill

we reached
summit of our
Everest ever 
perhaps lasting
love
but the bucket
did i kick
the bucket

high 
on elevation
but not
wanting to
climatize i'm
just going to
die in bliss
yes this

being once
lower than
lower why
wouldn't i
want to stay
higher
then
high

so i know
when i
close my
eyes 
embracing
myself as if
trying to get
warm

i'm really
really
starting to
hold...

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