Long Angel dust Poems

Yuletide pageants vis a vis merry go round revisited

healthy progeny regaled being alive
analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five
on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive 
in into neat stack of wrapped gifts, when...
what! out of thin...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Yuletide pageant merry go round

Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style 
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart 
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals 
and...

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Learning disabled, hopelessly unemployed
Troy can't write the address for his next interview.
Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx.
His girlfriend, Trinity, also unemployed,
with one child by Troy. She's more resourceful
but doesn't realize it. For one...

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Which late afternoon/ early evening
today adventuristic, edenic, and idyllic
April 13th, 2021
pitch perfect weather
serves as temporary tonic
to balm away blues.

Like a tumbleweed
aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely wobegon open wide
prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously
epitomized by...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across the infinitely open and wide prairie land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages the metaphorical landscape 
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping...

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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

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Have You Tried My Slushie?             By 
Briar Rabbit
 
 
 
I don’t know if it brings the boys to the 
yard
I’d want some time to myself
 
I  think..
 
I think of angel dust
while
liberty belles call my name
 
 
cement and concrete as...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along...

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1 man 
all by himself no one understands 
The government even determine when he can see his kid
Now he got a bunch of stuff running through his head
Streets getting wild 
Never knew he wasn’t my...

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“On the firm stage of my dreary life one thing is true,
        for there will never be another sister like you. 
      ...

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tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated 
with sacrificial pacification sans deity 
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary...

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"Suicide doesn't kill the pain-
it just passes it on to someone else"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

weeping from loss I emptied the ocean,
remembering each emotion
     abandoned by devotion-
sights unseen by nude eyes shine,
forgetting your dear heart...

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She bounced right off the inkling
                             ....

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such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via...

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Dreams are escape from the underground,
I overdose and write it down—
Reality comes
From all around;
Look at this pretty flower I’ve found….

Oh levitatious lofty rest,
At the apex— of my breast—
Come freely wither up to my head,
To fill...

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"Like the silence that screams cursing solitude
  . . . whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers"  
              ...

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Love is in air, as sparkle eyes cherish their meet

                   He sat at the beach leisurely painting...

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I looked across the bar and saw her with light golden green eyes and a hint of blue, as the dim lit atmosphere stained them she correspondingly turned

The world then froze as our eyes met...

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When your heart feels low and alone
And no one is a friend that you know
There is one who will be there to atone
His love is alive with a fire that is aglow

When your spirit feels...

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Never seen beautiful angels
sprinkle angel dust on me
as snowflakes on a leafless tree,
and I don't expect them to alter things
when they swoop down with their long wings;
where were they when I faced fears and dangers?


Angel...

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There's only one way down a dead-end road 
Drug dealers don't make good friends 
Spend your whole life chasing your nose 
Just sniffing in the Wind 
I met my guardian guardrail 
Smoking angel dust all...

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...and possesses means 
 and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress 
who waves magic wand

to produce such supreme sentences
and weaves tantalizing 
terrific topographic tundra's
that this admirer of her artful 
and colorful poetic endeavors

prompts him...

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When problems arise in life, I would turn to my family but they have passed,
As I make hard decisions, heaviness weighs on me that I know will last.
Often with no straight-forward answers to issues, all...

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cross hangs down, silver hits the desk as i inhale. i try so hard to be good but this feels better.
the relaxing god, the fanatic inside the savior inside who helps me through these sweaty...

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