Long Exhuming Poems

   Symbols cry in dry ice theater -
the expanse of aesthetic visa-
drawn-
from the romance of the silvery eye -
as it golden advances the lid of covenance 
in dynamic enzyme.
Open faced type interpreted-
interpreter-embossed embol-
in...

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I am a right-brain prominent writer
which must not be confused with
a prominent left-brain writer,
which I am almost decidedly not
nor would I aspire
toward such all or nothing thinking
and not at all both/and feeling.

Like most writers,
I feel...

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Television triptych throwback

and despite remote chance 
to channel small medium at large
metamorphosis I may witness 
analogous to caterpillar
will transform me into a butterfly
otherwise Norwegian bachelor (batch chiller)
farmer will simply plow along
taking a stab writing "FAKE"...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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Needle less explanation concerning...

Fabled, faded, and faint scars courtesy varicella,  
a highly contagious infection caused 
by varicella zoster virus can still be seen
unlike kids today inoculated during childhood,
thus youngsters deprived mild fever and 
rash of itchy inflamed blisters yours truly
contracted said...

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Those practicing Tantra urge us to celebrate,
albeit in an aspect of childlike trust and surrender,
whilst Buddhists lay emphasis on emptiness,
essentially negating play of aversion and desire
and as for fundamentalists, lost in the scriptures,
lost in labyrinths...

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THE DEMARCATING OF SUE
Between the edge of secrecy
and seething brink of lunacy
there went I to the very deepest
     darkest part of me!
And preyed upon my bleakened soul
to bring to end--it be...

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Cut to the chase after tan hat man!

Though reading horror stories 
gearing up as strawberry spring fest
full throttle danse (macabre),
an only every now and again predilection
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
harboring pier rill...

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ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue...

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And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks,...

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Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied

theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo...

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We all have a legacy, which we shall all eventually leave behind

Yet how shall it read, within its epitome or epitaph?

As I beheld these words, their writings

I could tell that they were brought forth from...

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Planting seeds of life - growing self awareness...
(Subtitled: kudos beloved Amelie Beth)

Dilly gents gal lore spellbinding
metaphorically exhuming, ferreting, gleaning...
insightful handy dandy blues clues
unearthing treasure trove motherlode,
(and father lode) eye opening discover re:
visa vis our family...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one...

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for Eric Mottram

           "Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
            Dann ist die Erde schön."
 ...

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I as in ego, versus I as soul,
indicates there are two of us in here,
so whilst playing out our ordained life role,
what is the vibration, our heart holds dear?
Just like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde,
in...

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I hate that I can write this
Because it means on one level or another
One of us failed the other
Or perhaps we failed ourselves

Did I ever know I'd be your tragic hero?
It's hard to predict when...

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Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat

particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat

promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of...

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Each subsequent process of cell division    
i.e. mitosis sans biological parlance 
erodes chromosomal cap re: telomere if u can envision
some juncture senescence prevails – 
apoptosis no chance to prevent natural degradation 
and...

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written a long time ago

Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.

Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades 
each 'n to barreling driverless...

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oh wow sir george claremdon on a horse. trit trot.

A ninety nine nonsensical length of a trumpet voicing face facing west and east is a coastal cavity of dimensional spaces. It appears that even if...

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the beginning of, middle and end
in endless renewal like a pulse
regenerating itself forever
stands apart from the dream
within which our ego mind dwells

when boundaries blur, nodes stir
arising from union of polarities 
rapture of bliss results
wherein attention...

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There is a deep message within my soul power within my closed hand-

You can’t understand the fire that burns within me even standing at a

Distance would consume your entire lineage at its very roots.

The very...

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There is a deep message within my soul power within my closed hand-
You can’t understand the fire that burns within me even standing at a 
Distance would consume your entire family at its very roots.
The...

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She misses Europe
Since her anointed head’s hope
Lingers goodness of land’s womb

The backyard’s pale fears 
Massive mountains of king Leer!
Kristiansand in atmosphere!?
 
Her head is the globe
Turning from left to right’s orb
Her eyes tests a great...

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