Best Pigmented Poems

When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these coastal
conch confettis want to
skip heartbeats with
peridot rhymes inscribed
as reefy runes?...

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In our Asian-cum-Eastern land
No one prefers or admires
the dark-skinned or tanned

Gosh, as if the fair-skinned alone
belonged to the so-called fairer sex
And here, 'black is beauty' a phrase unheard
All falling for the light skinned almost in reflex! 

Bachelors on the hunt for a non-fictional Asian 'Snow-white'
Even...

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I wish    
I could into a deep blue sea dive    
Have the flowing flood of tears subside    
Let my smile surface and revive    
And my woes would ever cease to survive..  ...

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Stone of Nihilism 

Stained glass lies
Colored shards of broken truth
Puzzle pieces arranged in
Sanctimonious expression 
Designed to camouflage  falsehoods 
The perjury of Priests  
Disguised deceit in windows of brilliant rainbow hues
Lighted by a sunlight of fraudulent confession
Hypocrisy designed with  prismatic glass of fragile...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed — 
their ears tingle lustily, 
hearing cash pillow talk on...

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A sky-bow
pastel light rays,
pigmented by clouds;
a canvas of light.

Gradient echoes filtering
from stratospheric crystal;
embracing curvature,
terra-forma.

Polychrome lamp
riding world’s edge
to infinity’s lair; 
ascending...descending,
half moon crest.

A lemon-cherry,
orange and grape
smoothie, blending
in the heavens.

My soul bleeds into
passion pinks
elation oranges
pulling me up to 
highest heights
of tranquility.

We meld...

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in the shape of maintenance 
there are four straight sided sides
lies of coper (copper) pipes 
to actually but not officially 
or explicitly choke the life 
out of me 
pigmented mutuality  
is credibility yours to kill 
come find me nosy enigmatic organization
(groups who solve puzzles)
while...

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Inflicted is this society
Of depicted truths to matter 
Does it matter
When every life doesn't matter to the same accord

Accordingly, slavery was abolished 
To what effect when our minds are currently enslaved
When the only awakening comes from the mourn of graves 

Theres so much to be...

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Against the wall I was his devi
Pressed tight beside his soul
Skin so hot it burned through mine like a fever
Warming my muscles
Warming my pulse
Fueling my movement
Touching my body he was my sher
Braving my imperfections 
Lips so thirsty they tasted mine with frenzy
Spinning my thoughts
Spinning my...

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ON  BEING  A  SAUSAGE  ROLL

Our other sausage acquaintances are real –
Flavoured, pigmented, heated
By boiling or frying :
They have their dignity, though they too be eated.

Our natural features, our inner glories,
Are pastry-coated and abide
In small bags from ye take-away,
All similar and eaten...

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poetically fractured retractions
   gnashing night prayers, 
scribbling braille,
     written sideways
 dipped in holy water's resolution,
compromising statements
     of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
     of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
...

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soft-spoken & fair woman 
with much assurance to every child
her fair heart tallied with her colour
for hers was a fair pigmented skin
generous & kind to a fault
a face with ever-beaming smile
she lived one angel on this horizon
mother badaiki, loved by all
hers was a love-bound heart
when...

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Salmon Run

A flurry of reds emerges distorted from the river;
As the Sockeye Salmon return from the ocean,
Following the scent of their home stream water,
Swimming upstream to the place of their birth,
In this, their final act is to propagate the species.

During this migration, the salmon consume...

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Soliloquy to Love

To be loved or not to be loved; restatement of existential indecision.
No less a question to the universe, no less unanswered, no less
Turned aside by fear of the unknown.
Not to be loved; a land of emptiness plagued by hunger and the 
Inner ache...

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Prayers and stagnancy remained this day,
Many a glance did I try his way, 
Our Dragon’s dark, silhouetted form,
Pressed to the burning stone barrier
I could see and hear his dragon skin sizzle
Against it, he remained
Fuming as I prayed

I prayed that Lady Darkness may serpentine her way
Out...

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