Long Discolored Poems

Just a view on the inner critic. Every time I read what I wrote I see a different angle. This person never even opened their eyes. Some day you can't.

The day had begun. Simple. It...

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WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...

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Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
I saw a...

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a set of ten thousand eyes in which each individual carefully watches the sky.
the craft of winter is easy enough to master, thus easy enough to recognize. 

during life, people get used to the harbingers...

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The George Chronicles: The Plan of Darkness: 3 part series

As the Eastern sun breaks way through my 6 panel discolored window 
I glaze in amazement as to how I survived another day.
The night before I...

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His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile...

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The young boy was pale, 
He walked slowly in the alley 
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can. 
He was in business,for him it was. 

On his innocent face, 
In a modern world,who...

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Because He Beats Me

                               ...

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The letter of law condemned,
Let the Word enfleshed bring redemption,
My guide and I could now see,
Dancing curtains of luminescence,
As we started our ascent,
Climbing from perdition to penance,
This locus of light and shade,
Tells of hands that...

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My eyes grow weary with the days.
Ebbed of youthful looks, I dare not despair.
    I live my life alone now, surrounded by the loneliness.
      Time was all...

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I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled...

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It’s been 10 years since you last saw me.
I’m softer. Matured. Unrecognizable. And yet 
the feeling of your roaming eyes still darkens my skin,
the phantom sensations making me retch.
Your vile intentions occupy a corner of...

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This unhappy man in the midst of overflowing opulence living 
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels was always 
sad and lonely like a dry wood in a lush green forest,...

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As the moonlight reflected on a lake
Whomever you choose to be or make,
Your mind and heart can have a choice,
Add my consent if fair according voice.

Ether happiness is just a state of mind
Like joyful clouds...

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This unhappy man in the midst of flowing opulence lived
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels,
and was always sad like a dry wood in a lush green forest.
He got up one...

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Discolored ,broken sea-shells
scattered through an unprestine sand,
while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish;
remainants of what once was
life tossed ashore:
where the observant
wasn't clement
as if they serve no purpose... 

Polluted beach, where folks bake
confidently in the sizzling...

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This unhappy man in the midst of opulence, 
lived like a discolored pale precious stone
in a box of rare jewels, and was always sad,
like a dry wood in the lush verdant forest.

He got up one...

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Who am I?
I’m sure this is a question we all ask ourselves from time to time.
What’s my purpose what reasons do I have to carry on and what is good in my life.
I find myself...

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The brightly warm golden glow
 from the a flamed small ebony
 wick of a beige wax candle
 Flickers aimlessly as the base is undauntedly uplifted by its wood
 carved handle...

As I try to steadily transport...

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damaged and alone I am stained with
memories that never ease my existence.
soiled by dirty flashbacks, I’m never 
relieved when I remember all my befouled 
experiences.
contaminated and defaced, I can no
longer be subjected to such marred
recollections-
I...

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Brain strain – A kitchen adventure 

Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops
Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites
in a vast array of colors, wickedly smooth and hard as rock (go...

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I drown in my sorrows
At all times
They seem to
Consume me
I wish there was a way
To defeat them
To turn them off
But they continue to
Flow out of me
Rushing like a
Waterfall
Never ending
I hate when I get like
This but...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Constance La France.

         dilapidated and weather-beaten,
     ...

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The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held...

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