Long Centrifuge Poems

Negligent grooming habits unbridled

Apathy toward mine personal hygiene
i.e. relinquishing attention
linkedin with bare toiletries,
cuz I rarely spruced myself up
nor never maple leave
to cease being hard nut to crack
and rendered adopted
couture modus operandi
of yours truly shabby chic
figurative...

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Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be...

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Today is the birthday of that
long gone soul. The one spinning
in the centrifuge, even now,
on the counter, as the technician
in the lab coat pulls seven G's
worth of DNA from calcified skull,
in an effort to know...

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Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

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She stuck out like a lily among thorns, when she sprung up in 
the midst of the Baptist Student Union.  All eyes were on her, as she raised her 
hands and lifted up her...

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They still try to hide with in caves                           ...

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the free state is actually not free
casting my line into the many manipulations
worked by dust devils and hierophants
gambling their grunt wages on my young ass
like cowboys on a cattle free vacation
unwelcome by all rational standards
it's...

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she drifted through an egg timer

as if imprisoned in a snow globe

a speckle of dust in the heat of sequence

turned upside down and back again

a centrifuge of forced cohesion

control anger self-imposed consent


she slipped on the...

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A grim, gray day,
endless rain coming in off the ocean.
Endless calls from other people,
"What part do we need for this?"
"Can you order it for us?"
"A happened and then B happened, what does it mean?"
"Do we...

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Haunted by fears of abandonment he lived a life of counter measures
always aloof, his deceptions were a well rehearsed performance;
ultimately judged as inconsiderate and unforgivable;
And labeled as an insignificant happenstance that must be made to...

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What is the vision;
Capitalism
Socialism is this bar and reprimanded
Truth is silenced
Political guidance
Rapture coming forth
Evil breeze on me
Centrifuge called and they lose
Breath and takes
Pandemic dilemma
War on humanity
No dire calamity
Science and politics don't mix
The reality is more...

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Great moments in childhood

THE PLAYGROUND.
Responsible for
bumps, bruises, broken bones
busted egos
Redeemed by
spontaneous acts of wisdom
retaliation, retribution and mercy.

THE “JUNGLE BARS”
A ten foot high tower
ruled by a reincarnated
Olympic gymnast.

THE “SEE-SAW”
An 18 foot plank
Balanced on a fulcrum
(never trust...

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The blur serenades a concoction from source 
Imaginary candles, stand appropriately spread
Cherubs highlighting my life time of course,
In case here before you, my carcass is dead.

I breath the lament in the wisp of a moment
Pretending...

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Searching for love is like a centrifuge ...
you gotta separate the chaff from the wheat,
you have to separate the sour from the sweet
Searching has you spinning around,
spinning like an I'm-looking-for-you top
And when you find the...

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You can hate me. You didn’t make me. You can try to break me but it won’t work. 
God created me for His glory not for you to destroy me. You can hate me. I...

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No one can see my eyes
they a covered with dark sunglasses
Dark as my soul and my thoughts

When life goes in grim backstreets
it's reflected by a deeper truth about who I am
My most penetrating screams are...

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On Saturnian nights I rise; 
homing in on apogee and perigee, 
my soul rises.

Free-floating energy mingles, 
with crackling static; 
my body feels nothing and I feel no body.

Crystalline ice in hydrogen milk,
can float my soul...

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Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained by strings of a theoretical God
Sung by eyes of defiance
Which...

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I think about the moments
as they hover, make contact, disappear
as if forever might prove 
to be negotiable; there was
exchange, not so?  Something
about recall discerns a somewhere
with receptacles--perhaps for visionaries,
but they do not die.
Between the...

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The butterflies flew off some weeks ago.
Pools of blood from my pierced heart have dried up.
My feelings leak insignificant flow -
I no longer drink from passion's sweet cup.

Still, you must realize that love never dies,
for...

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There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in my imagination,
A cloud collision in my vision,
A deluge in my...

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To western seige we're a stooge
Dancing like drunkards in deluge
We sow our seeds in centrifuge.
What race gladly ruins her refuge?

Free souls strolling behind bars
Brave recruits scared of scars
Fragrant flowers staring at the stars.
Is this who...

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With her hand, she drew perfect circles,
from balloons to bicycles, perfectly formed.
Devine, her lines were always exactly right,
she had the eye and the appetite.
To compensate, she hardly ever cried,
but her buttery eyes were warm to...

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Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.

Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.

Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.

Unique and historic our house served...

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