Long Cacophonies Poems

This is the third time
I've read Beyond Religion:
Ethics
[non-sectarian, non-partisan, non-violent]
for A (not "The") Whole World
[ZeroZenZone Universe, psychological and politically eco-logical].

In the second, of two, sections,
the Dalai Lama discusses,
in most excruciating therapeutic detail,
emotional positive v negative...

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Phoenix and Phoenicia

They had both been victims of their own sad minds stories lost told and untold
narratives to be re-authored livid experience lived in silence meaning smeared in
crusted mud slung in terminal slots shots executed...

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S   Porcupines of daylight shoot quills of crawling tint
 P      ruffled flashes pull me in swamps of anxieties
 L       I hide my...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed...

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colored craving things arrive
reaching tender to assault 
eyes unused in wintered 
hollow months
grey and white and plain
becoming sudden kaleidoscopes 
bleeding into landscapes, 

drowning pain
with cacophonies of endless greetings, 
as nature emerges 
with energies and hunger.
awakening...

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I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming 
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny 
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain 
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing,...

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What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in...

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On lazy uneventful afternoons
     I sometimes venture into the quiet haven
        that is my occupied mind as if a voice 
   ...

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..............Baby Steps Out..
..........There's a waiting world
.......Doctors nurses eager staff
......A doting father, mother in pain
.....It is said that we chose our birth 
....An act of free will, desired destiny
....The paths are all charted by our will
....This...

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My pregnant psyche labors over words
and somber fetuses embalmed in ink.
A restless scribble knots my burdened nerves
with these encrypted ciphers I can't grasp.
Interpretations drip from severed tongues,
absurd perceptions form a distant mood.

My prying, inquisition probes...

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Noise in her Mind

I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
                   ...

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I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being we share beauty and

bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits as she walks like a cat woman hears like

a bat feeds birds quietly...

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When the ocean swells the boat of life shreds shoddy anchor line
I put to words from pen and keyboard what matters most in time
and seek a buoy a float some flotsam dejected towards the storm
then...

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Far away from our little village
In the middle of green paddy field
On the small mound the banyan tree was
Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green leaves
On the lap of this old giant tree
You and I...

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"Poetry” is a most powerful instrument 
like a flute that is to be played.
Also, it is a pungent possibility 
like a newly created perfume put on.
Yet, free to all, and for all to wear.
This is...

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platonic allegiance and virtual dementia
crowd this room as life is washed away
the agony is sweeter than coagulate decay
burning sound and blinding noise
fight the need to scream
or give in and live the dream

bloody towers, faltered steps
to...

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A giant road is emerging. My sandy path 
is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, 

ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows
a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped 

path in my gene as an...

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I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole

I distinguish not burdock
from daisy nor hollyhock
a flower is a flower; just that
in all...

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A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head, 
like firecrackers bursting, 
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out, 
Trickling eyes, prickling nose, 
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing! 
Every muscle aches, 
Feeling fatigued and flushed, 
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose, 
Bouts of...

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confusion, memory, poets, mind, thoughts, man, writing

THOUGHTS UNLIMITED© +
	
My mind is unlimited I am told
Forever craving a thought to hold
Even has an over active drive-way
For all thoughts shuffled my way

Stream-lined mind-tools are ‘drilled’ to mold...

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a resilient soul
hoists his drooping wings
dreary but dreamy
soars far
so high
he keeps on searching for his illusive dreams
regardless of the storm and height of mountains
goes through miles away
in his equanimity
straight with vision of sunrays
on  plight...

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deck is stacked with black cats
   hungry and forlorn
      pressing in

   bolts of thunder -
blinded with cacophonies

   the ace of spades -
fear, bad luck,...

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Visual cacophonies: I witness
     Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a 
 Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes
     Is irrelevance; flame is far from a
Necessity to warmth, though...

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