Long Blotchy Poems

I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a dime ever went missing in the various apartments we’ve called...

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Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent...

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As my tears crawl from my mascara stained eyes, down my blotchy red cheeks, 
curling onto my trembling lips, leaving a salty trail behind; I think back to how I arrived here. 
Here being my...

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Variations on a Theme of Red 

Color of bold that daubs the sunset bright
Old fair weather friend of shepherd’s delight
That taints the emblazoned rays of gold 
Displayed a glorious red for all to behold

Rare crimson...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary...

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UV rays soak into my skin,
                          browning it slightly
 ...

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Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of London, 
Moulding its streets into plague ridden dungeons.

As parents and...

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Place a hat on my head and see yourself drawing flowers not drowning in the 
rain.

How would they have survived a beastly incident like that?

Water, water, everywhere, water and you had to get out only...

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WHEN WILL MURDEROUS SPREES END???

An unprovoked angry, bloody,
     and deadly war zone
     on an unprovoked whim
dispassionately, indiscriminately,
     and nonchalantly killing twelve
  ...

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Her name was Griselda, and she was a sassy, super confident witch.
She could perform magic potion that threw prissy snakes into a ditch.
Her ideas were monumental, super fantastic, funnier than any of mine.
She taught me...

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Pondering on Nirvana

The meditator mediates her thoughts meanders through
               confusion and the onslaught overkilled by oscillating storms

Nothingness emptiness detachment as she...

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I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death, 
What...

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 I took a hike in Bramble Bog,
and reveled in the croaking frogs;
the singing crickets and river song,
were lovely, so I whistled along.

By the river, on a great cypress branch,
upon which, I chanced to glance,
sat...

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Death is inevitable
Yet it always comes as a suprise
A suprise that leaves everyone with blotchy eyes and aching hearts 
Desperately trying to mend the wound that can never be cured
Same as you dear Sir

Your permanent...

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Fear

From out of the dark daddy was there, 

with a blotchy red face and messy bed hair.

Checking me out, my fingers my toes, 

from the bottom of my feet to my ears and my nose....

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Death Mask

The man lay quietly prone as if sleeping,
All earthly cares laid aside for safe keeping.
A hushed silence with amplitude filled the room,
Pungent incense wafted amid flowers in full bloom.
The body now lay supine and...

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How I wish I’d kept that picture…
That framed doppelganger of you, 
Snapshot of a faded age, that can never be recaptured, 
Resurrected or relived,
How I wish I had kept it, propped on my 
Ignominious dresser,...

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Eyes of fire, 
eyes of light; 
searing through the darkest night.

Ancestral eyes watching, 
from black skies; 
guide descendants on their way.

Stars see it all; 
souls rise or fall 
and the records bulge with secrets.

Akashic files,...

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Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men 
Progress accelerated through fields of gold 
But...

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I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.
      I quickly consume all that I analyze.
      Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.
      I am neither harsh nor untrustworthy.

On the opposite...

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You walk down the halls with chatter illuminating every corner you walk through
But it still feels as if you are by yourself and only yourself while your mind is filled with thoughts you would never...

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When I look into the mirror
And stare at my own reflection
I feel like a stranger sneering at me.
I see the patch of dark around my eyes,
With blotchy skin and wrinkles on my face.

Once I was...

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Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony 
Spread all over my courtyard; 
You are bare footed, 
Any way, come, 
I will give you studs for your boots 
And armours, made...

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Crawling on my floor. 
I stare hazily at the intricacies of the wood grain and realize slowly all the messes in my way. 

Curl up, holding myself, prepare yourself darling life is a beautiful maze....

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