Best Viscid Poems

Tears
(for A, I shed)

When I herd these tribes and fashion cities
With my words, you are what's missing.
                           
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Such piteous night, as when last I came
and felt the sorrow of this lonely game.
You entered my life not so long ago.
I let you in, so, I’m the one to blame,
and now your heart is all that I know.

Though hideous, the threshold of life’s pain
emerges...

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these petals unfold
like thoughts of mind
heavy as the weight they bear
this benumbed september day

in the crux beyond a seed's gather
viscid drops of crimson red
carried off by wings of time
now daffing in the cooler air

the hive of mind
through torturous stings of past
grounds me thickset
in honey coated...

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there flies a bird as white as life,
an ugly, peaceful dove,
 which carries darkness in its beak,
 the poem wroth with love:
 the farmer wakes at morning,
 weak with pain and ache;
there's no peace in sleeping in
when mares they howl and shake;

with mordant scythe and...

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Spider’s Rigging
“I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind
on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed
anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the Spray
had been moored snugly all winter. A thrilling pulse beat
high...

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Destiny
Sordid, shoddy succubus
Culled consciousness
Mottled, beguiled muse
Hungry for hope
An eruption of erudition 
To be showered with praise
Cleansed pride
Chloroformed strife 

Where dreams tease unkempt hair
And eulogize tear stained verse
Sacrificed on stripped oak altars
Trembling hostages of insatiable sermons 
Sterile sunrises
Mourned by cramped, fertile fingers
I pray to my paranoia...

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My mind is like kinetic energy

At times when my creative energy

Flows at higher frequencies

And I sense the excitement of my poetry

Grow into something I hope is inspiring

To everyone who's interested in reading

The fluctuating thoughts that resonate through me

On levels of conscious and subconscious realms of...

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“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right to shackle two hands

Where were the voices, emancipating your values...

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Nocturnal


Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight
Banish all foes, old hallmarks of fretting, fraught, despair
I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight

I will rob the keepers of the night
Those winds that circle wild in restless air
Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight

When anxious thoughts...

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I closed this book when you left last night
                     mine colleen
         waking to your dried sweat
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I swallow the sword of silence
reading contours of curvaceous blithe
trying to understand words like life
forsaken like a child on Christmas morn
fingertips of time tiptoeing down my back
as I stare into muted mirrors of bitter black
She lies in weightless wait
snuggled with virtue of viscid fate
sterile surroundings...

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I couldn't see it
Blame the way the viscid blackness
Of your soul
Exterminates the sunlight
Couldn't feel it
Sinking in your tar like sand
And blowing bubbles
Like a boiling child
Not loved enough to understand 
That living
Isn't the same as having something
To survive...

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Loss is intrusive

Deafening in its presence,

Intractable in its longevity,

Intimidatory in its fearfulness.



Boldly it gives rise to emptiness,

Serving no master!

Wishes scattered abroad for encompassing

memories long gone,

Experiences indelibly imprinted!



Kindnesses, love, lifetimes gone;

Dreams, notions, passions unfurled;

Missions, relationships, friendship alone

Reveal viscid qualities to a persona hurled.

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They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to consign him as refuse,
They had measured on close counts,
And now...

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Viscid,
      Black,
           Highly spoonable.

Floating,
        Submerged,
                 Gellid pieces.

Flotsam,
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