Long Curating Poems

life is an     inconsistent choreographer
   shielded  in stainless symphonies
          composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized    ...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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“we look for that light eternal 
that does not come and go 
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in...

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IN MY 16 YEARS..


They always tell you, Comparison is the thief of joy,
 I miss those years of innocence where it was just me and my favourite toy,
I didn't feel the need to look at...

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Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments.
Onto the next will little regard for the last.
Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid of color
A chapter’s end, always...

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sometimes the fiendish forest 
  burns
    delicate   d r e a m s
of this forsaken tree,
curating chaos from creased clovers
amidst wildwood armor
of a grounded warrior~
     the
         ...

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Seasons have more reasons  
to celebrate an innovative artist  
who speaks in colorful dialects—  
when abstract silence kicks in  
and suffocates the petals dried  
and left as bookmarks  
within...

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and we are,
       but dusk-kissed poems,
many moons apart,
      sequined in stygian sorrow ~
while ultraviolet veins 
compose an electrified elegy,
          ...

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Spaces like Life

Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously
like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag
I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asphalt heaved up...

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From morning light until 6pm at night,
I'm behind the scenes curating delight. 
With tones that echo on your radio,
blending local stories into audio.

In the heart of waves, where frequencies ascend,
from AM to FM, radio signals...

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I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire 
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from...

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"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." ~ Jacques-Yves Cousteau

When Cupid’s wishes surf on the tail of a comet,
eventide envelops the tender skyline in stillness,
mirroring sparks of...

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The Victorians knew how to keep the odd keepsake,
locks of hair, dried blooms, death masks.
Flowers and Jewels, all had symbolic meaning.

Butterflies and all manner of dead bugs were curated,
pinned to the afterlife forever.
Few now have...

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