Long Allusive Poems

Love Sentence.. 
THIS IS ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Chorus:
“Hello pretty lady, spotlight the power of love in me,
Though we`re surrounded by greed.
Your magnificence is killing every bad omen seen,
I wish you know that highest grandness.
Which I see...

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We came upon this captivating connection 
Not by force 
But by rejection
People longed for your sexual expressions 
But I know deep down inside that your heart was in another direction 
Your heart wanted peace of...

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commissioning and attempted escape
“Son of Amittai, to Nineveh, go
And tell them of their great impending woe;
Their evil, like a stench, has come to me.”

But Jonah ran; he traveled down to Joppa.
(Wait, Jonah who? Oh, Amittai’s...

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“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession— 
I am Awareness itself.”

One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”


We now enter still...

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What if I wanted to break...what if I already have
The scattered pieces of my farce of a heart
have retracted, signed the lease of residency
returning by magnets to me, the magnets of sadness
when all I want...

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She passed many things, daily
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be 

.................................FOUND

Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a...

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They say she's crazy cause she speaks her mind
She'll tell you of the madness inside her head
She writes her thoughts in perfect rhyme
She's been known to take depression meds

She has dreams that would make the...

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The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts 
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.

The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
     flowing rags...

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What happen? 
                              Days Weeks and...

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“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession— 
I am Awareness itself.”

One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”


We now enter still...

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the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies                         ...

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When I first saw her,
her golden complexion caught my eyes like the gold of an autumn day.

                  ...

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My cottage becomes a mystical Universe                             ...

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Shadows detach at dusk, and like bats
roost together in sinister rookeries at night,
wrapped in black mantles
hanging upside down, gossiping.

Peter Pan lost his shadow,
"do you know where they put my shadow?" he cried.
He found it in...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive...

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Once the crimson eastern sky lost 
That was the morning guiding star.
Lilac hobbit, Kismet Gem plains, and frost.
Cyan sea-painted eyes to rainbows dare. 
Revived ecstasy and increased optimism
Sighing for you, my wingless moon vibe.
The breath of trees...

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A temporarily useful illusion,

like Wall Street knows something
about inevitable climate pathology
disvalues of anthrosupremacism
worth illusive core investment value

is not necessarily
a merely utilitarian delusion
about timeless principles of value

like human dignity
and organic integrity
and profoundly polycultural beauty.

A temporarily useful...

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An old sweetheart of mine never believed
in daytime dreams, because they shattered
quickly and shaking her unconvinced head
silly words came out of her mouth admitting,
" Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams...
when they appear more tempting
then a cake with...

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There once was a patsy who wanted to make a buck 
With a parrot on his shoulder for good luck 
Bill was the bird’s name 
And he knew how to strategize to win life’s game...

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The emptiness felt inside remains that morbid and lugubrious void
and it's different from the one shown outside, not allowing tears
or sorrow of any kind to become a silent cry only heard
by that one stumbling upon...

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AFFIRMATION of HOPE *post

I feel a tinge of gaiety

*Post engulfed in a state of Way more than melancholy
                 ...

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Life is full of chances
But the number is not known,
Careful steps and sideward glances
Voice our fear of the unknown.

You've never played this game before
You do not know the rules,
Ant through each hand you’ll learn to...

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The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I...

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The desire so strong to have a great night’s sleep
The shortcomings are how one feels when the morning greets?

An old lost companion who resides in the thickness of night
That presence becomes more elusive and my...

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I couldn't come to visit you, 
After we followed up behind you, 
And the four men carrying; 
They really had no right to. 

Some difficult path that was, wasn't it, 
Putting you into box, then...

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