Long Abscessed Poems

Once upon a night so bleak,
frozen silent laid the creek --
air of death, pushed, swore
and swore...as if were fists
pounded the frail, wood door;

shutters noised, bolting and
banging; metal hinges oddly
clanging – cupboard glasses
adding more tumultuous tang,...

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Poverty: 
Unusually limited access
to health,
nutritional poetry,
liturgical dance,
and positive-restorative energy resources--

The four WealthFaces of liberal love.

Poverty of Health derives from
and heads toward:
Win/Lose survival pressures,
crisis,
abscessed longing for peace revolutions,
NowTimed therapeutic resolutions,
HereSpaced restorations of democratic access
to healthy non-institutions.

Health/Pathology...

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It hurts me to see you hurt and it all just upsets me
A friend so dear that your tears also too affect me
To me you explain your problems and ask for advice
Like why does this...

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“Nobody likes a clown at midnight.”       Stephen King


CLOWN AT THE ABYSS


Darkroom abscessed 
with neon blush and black-blood —
sunken eyes look surprised
to find oneself in a dank dungeon.
Fecal stench, not...

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Romios, oh Romios, my 
own star twirling across
the night skies.
What say you to Panagiota,
having hot chocolate with a
floating marshmallow bobbing 
on her thighs?

Are you coming to take her
to her heavenly home this very 
night?
Do whisper to...

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It had been very hard for me
to speak with West
through translators, 
usually Russians ones
anchored by intelligent services, 
KGB or related them 
with such or others way.
Sometimes we have met Kyrgyzes mediators, 
but they are also...

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How possible for escaping
From post-soviet suffocation
In all spheres of our life? 
From Black Hole of awful greediness, 
when post-communist leaders
starting to learn us for art of capitalism
breaking all rules voluntarily or not
and transform our life...

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I do not want to see her face or hear her voice yet
I am licking my wounds, relishing in my hurt feelings
Not ready to forget, maybe never ready to forgive
Most childish, but please allow me...

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Who, in love, will’nt vie my eminence to attain
If my destiny is cross and chain, why must I complain?

Know thyself my heart had urged and a journey I set at
I’m in quest of no one...

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THE PROMISED SON HAS WON THE VICTORY

An aching heart, a sorrow borrowed from Christ.
A stranglehold around your tears. You can’t breathe.
Arrows fly, hitting core -
Infectious loss, abscessed sore.
A trouble of paradise. His cross sufficed.
Believe! He...

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God  created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all 
the deepest foundation of this existence.

That had been found and announced  
and light separated...

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