Long Automatic writing Poems

"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal writ
medium calculating in the script

In that other time
there you hold...

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From strange elixir of mind 
a form walks in forming strange lines, 
in a poem of a chant of a spell, 
encantrain echoes it's well.
Where roses bloom, 
dead and spirits recite their bleed 
of encantation-...

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I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans,
      it squeaks and creaks in the still night,
        the trees are swaying dark...

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I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans,
      it squeaks and creaks in the still night,
        the trees are swaying dark...

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streamlining trough the objections life presents
the flower had a leaf but it repents
sunshine through thou darkness while we blend
the mixer destroys the suspect
hopping hop-hop
raining down with tone
it struck his mind with bedazzlement of
and grabs him...

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the mighty bees came out of the walls with weird attitude
they entered the infant which ended up well-baked.
all the bubblegum streets suddenly turned ice-cold
but meanwhile everyone sleeps and blood’s being sucked.
it’s been proven that the...

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UFOs, Telepathy, Automatic Writing, 
Astral Travel, Near Death Experiences,
These were the things I read when
I was a child.

When I was a teenager, I learned
That biographies and autobiographies
Are fascinating.  Then I got into mysteries.
They are...

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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...

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“Automatic”




Push me back into
a body of work
written


Taken three by ten plus two


I visit her to hearken you
Love never left the leaves of
a book written for three


I love green more than blue
I was taken three by...

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The veil is there for a powerful reason,
And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side
Through automatic writing and psychometry
We can immediately feel loved or frightened.

It is best to not intentionally...

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Alone at last.
Now I can dance and sing.
Get the old juke box out.
Take those art lessons 

Alone at last.
Meow. Meow.
Never alone, she reminds me.
Pat. Pat. Pat. She pats me down and curls up.

Alone at last.
I...

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