Long Dismembering Poems

What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a bit...

Let me ask again:
Noticing you are concerned about long-winded
and -winding
and...

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Fascism lives in tension with holy optimism,
as hatred fades in presence of mutual love,
as WinLose evolutionary models
give way to WinWin sacred Energy
stories and songs and dances,
as patriarchal colonization
gives way to matriarchal creolization.

Fascism,
synonymous with Totalitarianism,
as written...

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Nelson Mandela, crossed my spirited mind today, a visionary legend of peace, love, equality, and unity of all people.

As a prevailer of great affliction, he was like a Greek God fighting for the—"Common man!”

I had...

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Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings,
thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever.
An outbreak of dismembering words are been exchanged between groups of rapscallions.
The...

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It’s ten years later
I’ve finally hit paydirt
It’s the motherload

I didn’t strike gold
I struck a deal with myself
To help me grow old

Not act like a child
But first I had to grow up
And not act so wild

I’m...

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We have tree traditions,
still accessible in diverse backward
and forward
reforesting cultures,
of planting a commemorative tree
when a great and portentous series of loving events
comes to its untimely rest.

Recently
my middle son's lifetime friend
decided it was time to travel...

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I
Fix your eyes upon Jesus - for joy
His Love can cure everything doctors can't
evils done to you, loves taken from you-
No medication, pill, sexual addiction/experimentation
will ever cure: Jesus treats the disease, not symptoms
that White Supremacy,...

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I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No...

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The idea of a living constitution
has the same forensic indeterminacy
as a committed dream.

I am content to trust this dream to the end
to have it fill my cup of hope all day and night.
I am content...

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"...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text of The Golden Flower that first put me in the...

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On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island's warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine's monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling...

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Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship,
where my soul simply breathes
beneath my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly contentious 
and both loudly out 
and quietly...

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... Is dead, no more moves to make, is a cold hearted killer and wants more, your child
died sooner, now this fellow and who is next? The man bends down to his victim and with
the...

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A Heart's Deep Song

Grant me for sweet remembrance sake
Some golden gift that I may take
With me into that region
Awaiting me when love is gone,
The jewel that held thy fragrant hair
Against the winds of March; a...

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I've come to take a life,
and I'm searching for a certain Poetic Parasite.
Blood drips from my poetic knife,
and I'm placing him in the soup spotlight!

You know how I slice and dice,
So you can call me...

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My easy does it done over did it again.
Rusted and busted eat up with sin.
Discontent with the nonsense splendidly blended to end, my endless transcendence not yet to begin.
Ashes to ashes rusting to dust.
Cloaked in...

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My heart utters gently: you are seven; 
I am too. Yet, the bloom of womanhood
carries us now unto fields where
spiced pleasure and abandonment mingle…
I reminisce our childhood years, when as a girl,
we would look out...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s

Quote by: Victor Buhagiar 
Free your mind of old chains, fetch me all nine muses focus on fairies, elves and pixies, 
find me my potions, fiction must reign here. 


The leaves open their hands widely...

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Cast in bronze she sits by the seaside on a rock of dreams

Smaller than I always made her to be after all those years

Her head once again stolen as I gape into an unknown

Decapitation straight...

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A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!

Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones...

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Introversion explores an isolated ego voice

While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing

And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either...

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Silently,
In blackened sea.
Drifting through,
Miraculously.
Wandering,
Through open space.
Experiencing,
The endless haze.
Balancing,
Infinity.
Discovering,
Divinity.
Completely,
Surrounded.
Serenity,
I've found it.
Nostalgia,
Remembering.
Family,
Dismembering.
Memories,
Attachments.
Their faces,
Abandoned.
Identity,
Nationality.
Murdering,
Rationality.
Becoming,
Nothingness.
Remove from me,
I suffer less.
Barriers,
Obstruction.
Witnessing,
Destruction.
Vanquishing,
Factually.
Breathing in,
Apathy.
Disintegrate,
Eruption.
Integrate,
Reduction.
Understanding,
Perception.
Bathing in,
Deception.
Bondage,
Mortality.
Freedom,
Totality.
Enlightenment,
Discovery.
Acceptance,
Recovery.
Spiritually,
Flowering.
A black hole,
Devouring.
Eternity,
The open void.
Learn from thee,
Then destroy.

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I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all...

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Drips of Tears'
There I was alone 
In a dark place far from home
Crying...
Pleading...
Afraid with my heart bleeding...
Will you take my hand
Dry these tears 
or leave me alone with the man in the mirror
Suddenly
I hear in...

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BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED

Hindered and hampered by heartache
Splintered and splattered by the splendor of a seductress
Worn and torn by torment’s temper
I am a burning bridge banned from any buttress 

Haunted and taunted by the vestiges of vagrant...

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