Best Sinews Poems

the summer moon was swollen, blue
    a flaw that girl knew thru-and-thru
      and taking that light's charm...

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Would you still love me ... perchance I was half a man?
     My carnal, physical core torn from me like ragged...

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               I'm lost at sea and weary
    ...

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Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through...

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WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE

Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another?
I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere
But...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the...

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Such a finely honed sword is this loneliness
Slicing through tenuous sinews of yesterday.
I search for obscure corridors of happiness
Knowing that somehow I forgot the way.

From...

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I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
     a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark,...

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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
  ...

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Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like...

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Winged Steeds of Mist

Out in the vales of freedom,
of rippled hills and plunging canyons,
there is nought but wind 
to carve through the wild horse

Light mane,...

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‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With...

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stretched taut against a golden sun
whipped by a salty breeze
white sheets entice sea-fragrant skies
earth's pungent scent seize

weary skin and bone . . . sinews worn
surrender...

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Insignificant,
My proses are nothing without you-
but scribbles, through and through
I dream a dark weary blur
of letters, a phrases, going by in a flur-
Even that; my...

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