Long Camouflaging Poems

Left reduces speech to Either/Or RightWing default,

Win with Ego NumberOne
means Lose for EcoZeroZone Abundance.

Eastern RightYin
childlike Both/And extroversion
emerges Zero becoming cooperative
co-arising
Ego HealthZone,
adolescent eco-introverting
West as robust Left Discernment.

Timeless ZeroZone Left-Right Consciousness,
so innocent of LeftBrain's emerging RightWing Ego...

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Myths of deductive distinctions,
like white could not come from black,
are disinformed 
when severed from contrasting inductive integrity,
greyscale dualdark co-passions 
within light's future shadows 
of golden opportunity.

RightWing patriarchs oppositionally forget
we are LeftWing matriarchal-appositional reborn
within cooperative health...

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Anger
is such a useful learning silence tool,
when not too short-term
ballistically reactive,
weaponized.

I have seldom noticed
when my own hot-burning issues
cold turn into
a Self and Other harsh
punishing vengeance weapon.

When left unnoticed,
unmedicated,
unmeditated
by forgiving lack of ego-supremacist
humility

By explicit co-invested intentions
of...

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Last year you beat me up
And poured vinegar in my cup
Last year you humiliate me
And hire criminals to torment me.
Last year you deny my friends and families
The natural right to be happy
My children went to...

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Father solar systemic Sun Time
and Mother Earth's Space
regenerated RNA 4D spacetime, 
reiteratively sensed
echoing through our dipolar DNA fueled
omniscientific
omnisciently empowering
Right hemispheric temporal memory
of Information's Harmonic String RootSystemic Theory.

Equitable peace within radically inclusive consciousness,
Earth love feeding on...

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I heard a whisper…

In my dream last night,  you've found another to hold

Where the blind ones tossed and turned, lost in a labyrinth 

Your lonely nights becoming  a sanctuary forming  desires

Turning your...

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While trickling thick amber honey
in my black decoffied coffee
I wonder why I never noticed
until just ever now

How refined white sugar
has monopolized my wider full-hued view
of more nurturing nutritional brown sugars
natural bio-resonant sweets
healthier sugar-phosphate cooperative relationships
as...

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Talking about it just kills me inside
This feeling of wanting to simply hide
My pride is broken...
Words left unspoken...
I just want to get high, high, high
Got to strut my stuff - can’t deny
Low self-esteem - it’s...

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I've always 
wandered in 
venus' orbs, 
searching for
the star-seed 
of my spirit that
has forsaken
it spiritual 
sanguinary and 
caged every 
fluorescent flicker 
in a sculptured
sanctuary of 
materialistic
metamorphosis. 

Wondering - 
what am I, 
in the camouflaging
shades of...

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Holographic
Pieces make

Up, what become pieces of ourselves,
that run in circles, like little elves,

playing with bits and pieces of others
as we incorporate parts- be they brothers

our sisters, our fathers our mothers
aunts and uncles - that in...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the...

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Who was the fair youth that Shakespeare wrote of? This young man whom nature loved far too much to create as a woman, so she endowed him with something “extra” so that he could be...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends...

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Castaway :-
Long day…longer it gets…
with no hand at a distance,
grey skies, with glimpses of clouds
that traverse together, like a bound existence.

far off, in the sultry fields
a raw sight, of a damsel,
a women…or a helpless maiden
hardly...

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That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
     to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes

     aroused anger from peaceful doze
my...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman 
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink 
a dink, a dink...

hither and yon, to and fro
Via...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman 
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink 
a dink, a dink...

hither and yon, to and fro
Via...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman Flying
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, seeks young sprig poe
whet tick friend in toto,

though nowhere to...

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Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see

'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries

Behind the mask it...

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On the one hand, there is a remarkable beauty                          ...

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Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify...

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Secrets beneath the skin...
I was beaten down by lust sin
Camouflaging with the resemblance of rejection reflection
If you cared for me, you'd run away with another love...that love you're adorned with with affection and you earned...

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(A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and myself)

I hear a whisper…

In my dream last night, you've found another woman to hold
In your lonely nights, she becomes your sanctuary and desire
Turning your head away from an...

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Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground 
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled...

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It's already hard enough to say anything accurately
without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.
The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient
and the dead woman cares not what's said, isn't even present.

The poet gets innumerable...

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