Long Cartography Poems

“Where is the Lover?”



Where is your Lover?
He is in your smile
where he kissed you
when you were fast asleep
bodies pressed into
burning heat
the fruits of passion 
tasted hours ago
before you walked out 
the door onto 
the white...

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When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos
An eager poet overcome by words.
A beautiful model delicate as raindrops
When the silence in the room is as thick as our nostalgia
Wanting to hold each other but...

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"Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens"





I walk beside you 
in your dreams,
you are always in me 
warm and pounding, 
twin heart, 
burning bright flame, 
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
Sun igniting, 
I stand with you, invisible...

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Spacious space I would like 
To have in the space unique
Where none comes to disturb
And never do I will be perturb(ed)
Space travel being my penchant
I do it using my talent latent
Space education and space mining
I...

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Love has us immeresed,
in an endless fathom.
Like tears that fall to the sea.
A symbol of loves' fleeting-
Phantom- 
bemused unto the deep.

Our understanding, 
a shifting current,
carrying us to some far shore-
Between summit and sands,
of the Isle...

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Were it not a thing impermissible, 
I'd take handfuls of all these silly bits of 
Simulacra, and detritus, dross and debris:
The minutiae and impedimenta that are all these 
Constricting, confining rules and bylaws, codes and...

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Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time 

Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time  
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine 
Perennial distortions of a perspective in...

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In a cityscape of azure crowns, a labyrinth unfolds,  
A cartography of expectation, where my narrative is born.  
Wrap yourself in anticipation and aspire to be among.
I wear as they wish, but underneath...

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I.

ROMANCE begins 
with a supernovae
 as two

hearts decrease space between
walls and fears; the ice-floe
of painful life melts,

once powerful thoughts and
conviction now powerless,
against a force of Nature

If Lust then a brilliant lit
moment;  if by divine...

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Frozen in stone a lion kneels in a sandbox built for four,
Guarding a gate to the galaxy which breathes beneath the floor.

Nearly thirty degrees north and thirty-one east,
On a map should your finger prick,
Shall be...

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Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In...

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There was a great asthenospheric disruption
Followed by parallel volcanic eruptions
There was a great, abrupt tectonic shift
In a moment, a million years of continental drift

The ground shook like a wet dog out of water 
Mother earth...

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In ancient Greek philosophy
			and science, Earth was named as one
			of a quartet of elements.
			The other three of great import,
			we're taught, were water, air, and fire.

			The ancients named four "humours," one
			to parallel each element.
			Black bile was...

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Cartography of Salvation

By Mark D. Stucky
No outline on a globe.
No page in an atlas.
No ink on a road map.
No pixels in Google.

But parabolically defined
by two roads, one wide, one narrow,
one seducing toward stealthy corruption,
one steering...

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you circle each word 
red, you enjoy 
the correcting -
“read”

the riding crop 
dropped 
words race away
in your inner world

dark stallions 
no bridle nor bit  
bareback the beautiful 
once driven, given free reign

across your cartography

no...

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Geology, geometry, biology, biography
Anthropology, psychology, geography, photography,
Psychiatry, psychometry, cartography, graphography,
So many ol-ogies and og-Raph-ies, so little time.

Yet am I studying any of them?
Not today. Today I am sitting in my lazy girl,
Watching a year’s worth...

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A river threads a patchwork of activity,
Uniting man to nature, his desire,
To commune, make his mark, despite the brevity,
Of each man’s passage from flame to ebbing fire.

Clouds, with silent dabs, caress the land,
Forge maps for...

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I count the syllables of your dreams,

tracing my way home,

using each one as a compass;

Pulling me to you.

Your tongue outlines this map,

shooting stars into the mouth

of a lost sky.

I can feel your veins pulse

against the...

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