Long Corporeality Poems

all my senses ...

long to make sense ... of YOU
what greets my gaze is perfect imperfection
lines and curves and shapes and
colors and movements
mingled with sacred intent in sublime symmetry -
features that alone might be found...

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It was Long ago.
From the break of dawn
July 23,2003.
To the plenilune of the moon,
After the bullets have surceased.
The cry of a neonate hearkened through out the waves of the sea.

The gelid breeze alleviated my stress...

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THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX BIRD


Surrounded  by a bunch of steady flowing waters

Existing without death but debt

A poor Atman of the gardeners 

Caged in the verdict so depth

Exhausted to transform existence

'Cause no language to...

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Oh, you ARE a beauty, that's sure
          And are we really so different, you and I?
          ...

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"The Real World"

what you gonna do
when your world 
is wrapped up in love

and all you've loved
taken away from you,
a hollow heart remains

an empty vacuum 
the implosion, 
of all you've loved 

taken down the  
black...

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Silk roses stitched upon my linen pillow case
lace curtains parting, showing an aging moonlight still  
A candle burns low atop my wood table 
inviting me into a world of fantasied able 
Hunger subsides at...

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Directing ethics to be suitable if it is accurate.
That should be clever to discover delight in any request.
I urge you to consider sharing; she must be relating.
Further, an ecstatic dream is there in the perceiving.

All...

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As morning arises I pop open 
a canister of black silk.
Grounds of mellow yum 
I will brew into a
dreamland cup.

My palate will swim
in the amber-mahogany
sea and carry my mind
to distant realms
of tranquil bliss;
a magical kiss
of...

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she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
 
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity...

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Corporeality cannot crop my soul
in metal rust, splinters and iron nails.
A blue electric needle, 
and the punctured blood balloon;
Air bubbles escape through froth and foam,
And the eyes consigned
to the ritual of their sanguinary bath,
are sealed...

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