Long Conclaves Poems

These are post-revolutionary gay '20s,
without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies,
replaced with ListenHard
to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair.

Margaret Meade encourages
invites
urges small winds
assembled in privatized circles,
yet still dreaming of love's great evolving liberty,
winning healthy democracy
to win wealthy economies
to win...

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My harmony is the preserver of my banality, which, when shaken and stirred by the disturbers, pump up the mouth by Words, occasionally jargons. But having a very keen eye at my aloneness I safely...

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love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following 
we are in this til the end my...

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you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
 Satan has a grip hold on your thoughts
 yet we have come to far not to turn back now
 why...

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Orb & The Forbidden City

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence
etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night
heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire...

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baby's hair with a womans eyes
can see right past you as I tantalize
the mere notion of a whisper long to filter
shadows block the vortex of her smile
how you have fought so very hard & fierce
my...

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For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my...

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When in Spring with leaves turned to green
Eyes, hands & face
There lived one man with a thirst
To live in the moment between space & time
Selling his pots and pans to get by
Although the years would...

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I look to you in Autumn's merge with the climax of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the...

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in a scream I was tossed in a frenzy of emotional imperfections
the silence richly embraced a feeling of a funeral in my brain
tried to take the thought captive but it never worked until
the knocking of...

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Jim 1 

Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard
changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form
some may insist on cursing the very day they were born
Dionysus...

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alone in my bed I lay
still not able to pray
I close my eyes to a world unknown
cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence
alone helpless with demonic bites
viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood...

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just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
where do we begin when...

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Backyard Fences

you want to plan a murder ?
 your mind is racing
 its the cause for religion
 in certain circles running

 Light of illumination
 who gets the getaway car ?
 running through loop holes
 in...

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Hidden on a crisp white paper
Tracing itself in the lines of a sketch
Swirling through an artist’s paint

Rustling through the wind-stirred leaves
Weaving through an angel’s hair
Dancing in rainbow hues across the sky.

It chatters cheerily with the...

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I listen to my words but they fall far below
I'll never make the same mistake
carnality lifting through the extreme
blinded decorum of harmful interludes
there isa cave with evil twisted ways
caverns filled with darkened conclaves
dark viscous fangs...

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we each achieve through our sweet relief
a cause to be sweet between the sheets
out of the seventh sign take things in fine
the swift bulwark of each conquest will be at rest

surface of the sun has...

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I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have intercourse with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to...

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I Digress

I'm striped inside
 from the ambiance of your love
 out of the dark conclaves I digress
 shadows merely block the experience
 we seek to honor the dead
 faces filled with lead
 the plausible quest...

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Sit at the table full of dilemmas,
Borrowed nightmares, dark agendas
Cornucopia of vile things tendered
Know this, you wont be remembered

I saw you cry silent in the corner,
The plethora too much, warn her
Not to sit down with...

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