Long Beleaguering Poems

The singularity of my voice, 
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling, 
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking 
Computer monitory screens,
The intelligible and the inane, 
The...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.

Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where...

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In the secluded seashore of isolation islands, 
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.  
The strife surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
grief...

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A   BUTTERFLY   BLOWING   BUBBLES

I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I...

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In the secluded seashore of an isolated island, 
I build the castle of desire with sands of dream,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.  
The surge of strife...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray 
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection
truth tumbles in the debris of disorienting tribulations.

In the disorderly...

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Dear Wind stood breathless on the reach,
          To wait the daylight's spark,
              ...

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BERRY BLUE RED
With all due respect, is it easy to be easy like you?
To take in stride the times you’ve cried and the tears that you willed away
See, a person like me has to take...

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BERRY BLUE RED

With all due respect, is it easy to be easy like you?
To take in stride the times you’ve cried and the tears that you willed away
See, a person like me has to take...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos. 

Under the scorching...

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My muse is like a carnival,
a celebration of kaleidoscope colors,
a dazzling display of light and sound.
Circling slowly until I feel dizzy.
	Will I crumple and fall?

A house of mirrors
with peculiar shapes and sizes
evoking flustered feelings
and contorting...

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HUSH, CAN YOU HEAR THE DARK BARK?

I dream of darkness
i dream within darkness
my dreams ARE darkness
black born and begotten by beleaguering and backward visions
visions which reverse reality with retrograde remorsefulness
and fretfully frightful forcefulness
vision of coal...

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