Long Eviscerating Poems

Could we be doing our best
to invest in Earth's cooperative health markets?
While you sell our most competitive killing machines
to our Saudi Arabian cousins.

Referencing this touchstone as an ecopolitical WinWin,
unlike Parisian multicultural investments in climate health,
as...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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Devil's advocate claims Teflon Trump...

The demagogue reincarnate 
feels gifted to reign supreme
captivates, glorifies, lauds, 
renounces, yawps extreme
views bellows dogmatic fulminations
in an attempt to redeem
stolen 2020 capital one bid.

Which hunter (biden his time) 
will reap grim...

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“Blue Sky Eye and The Hope Angels”



It came to be 
that many forgot
the messages imparted 

prior to arrival
instructions were encoded 
inside all our vessels 

we were berthed 
locked and loaded 
waiting for ignition

but we were...

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to parlay view to unleash nuclear weapons on cue
destroying vast swaths of flora and fauna,
   most inn no cent life forms pay hefty due
to assuage aggressively cruel, enjoyably 

   growling goal,...

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Countdown to Armageddon precariously hinges 
   potential apocalypse outcome, mere smattering days away
if the brazen, fierce-some dragon doth don 
   trumps presidential throne - 
   ships with whistling ...

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"There was a Great Silence"


There was a great silence in that place, a kind of peace,
you sensed them, the unseen removed, all around you,
yet, all the cacophony in the noise from that Other place
the unexpected...

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Written: February 29, 2024
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In a sprawling sward of auburn swab
A seraphic sight soaked in dew at dawn
dazed distress and dust-laden air
delicacy and...

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I once wrote about fear and sorrow being that which kills us in prison
I was wrong and I was right about both, 
They do kill us
They do ruin us, 
They do give birth to despair...

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sometimes I sing 
antique anthems,
of the nights 
I was confined 
  within a bottle
of diamond tears,  
wept woefully
   from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of 
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like...

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The echoing actuality. The pondering sea. The spheres of bouncy 
As the protecting shells burst, the inceptions of desire begin fruition by disbursing their energies beyond their boundaries. Passionately exploring, this young fragile seedling crawls...

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This positive psychology of political empowerment,
both/and contrasted with economic and political disempowerment
through millennia of Left Brain dominant enculturation,
brings us into each mindful conscious moment
of empathic political trust,
faith in healthy Left/Right bicameral co-empathic powers
potentiating within Ego's...

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ONLY THE SEAGULLS

Only the seagulls knew  that you had left me  -
I screamed to them against the hurling wind
And the fury of  the oncoming breakers -
And they burst uncontrollably into a clamorous...

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We shall rule. the land, sea and air,
rule with the rod of self love,
the patriotism of recalcitrant glory,
the righteousness of the just and holy,
the heart and soul of neo-con ideology.

We will build the straw men...

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to start, eviscerating her muse
cut her up and analyze her
throw her heart into tea leaves
meat her mind and so dissect her

her depth is unfathomable
enigmatic as an ancient nation
was she down in the consumables
drinking deep the...

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We claim to love
but foolish pride swallows apologies
wrecks reconciliation and forgoes forgiveness
rendering sweetness bitter
it is an emotional hoarder
an insatiable sin
incessantly collecting resentment
commoditizing the priceless
bankrupting unity and burning optimism to ashes
it is an assassin’s bullet shattering...

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BIRTH OF A POEM    

Some poems feel like old friends
Not seen for a long while
When they appear as if from nowhere
At just the right time,

Familiar, effortless, patiently waiting
To be called into my...

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