Long Exorcise Poems

Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground, insane,
immersed in scenes obscene that savants strive to mask and...

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(alternately titled: Typical daily mindset today – 
July 17th, 2020)

The following words
mostly unredacted, nevertheless finessed
for curbed poetic/prosaic appeal
lock, stock and barrel
codify, and edify (hoopfully not mortify)
any reader unbeknownst and/or familiar
with unsteady state of yours truly,
(an...

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I have to put you away again
My Dear and Special Friend
Deep inside of my folly, a
Pleasure having you visit 
My Irish melancholia

You’re here, I am not sure why
I think it’s not locking up
These months you...

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Under the dome of eternity, where the stars weave the secrets of the cosmos,
I learn at my own expense that on the long path of life,
I encounter many masks and few faces,
In a world full...

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I wish you would’ve told me,
That I was no longer worth your time.

Your back-handed alabaster murmurs
Stroll passed my skeptical exhales
As I greeted you like adults should

But, your whitened pupils
Spoke louder
Than your failed dreams
To be a...

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“Patients, carefully wash your hands and mouth
As the spirits are offended by our smells
And get yourself clean of the defilements”
Thus Matho announced the arrival of the **Dakini
To the séance of the Stok Monastery.
Then Dakini donned...

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels  
leeches haven grand old time 
at expense of poor sucker...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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Why does everything i do make me more confused
I thought i was done with you
With your love, thought i had buried you for good
but because i was addicted to it
I went and exhumed it
but i...

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His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could see that there may be fear inside. 

Mary restated their...

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Through raven’s eye, viewed I my fate, blood scribed upon the ground,
whilst shadows of the darkwood’s dead, stood solemnly around.
Accusing faces staring down, from purgatory’s stay,
those wraith dead eyes, that froze the soul, will haunt...

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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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Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's...

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I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken...

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Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted 
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.

Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed...

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Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man!

Though reading horror stories (macabre),
     an only every now and again
     genre crazy wave
washing over me like
    ...

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Papa's condemnation of prejudice...

and subsequent grim statistic one
(among millions, or more)
tragedy with feted kiss
Yarraka Bayles darling son
hoop fully experiences bliss,
yet more vehement rage
against machinations (think 

with little effort cruel humans)
trumpets, tools, thrives...
wreaking psychological havoc -
case...

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I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here...

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One lives in the darkness the other in the light, one sleeps soundly while the other dreams all night
One wears a halo atop their head, while the other has piercing horns that feel you with...

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Blandishments eroded invaluable necessary treasured alms

Existential nihilism rent psyche asunder
courtesy unforeseen deadly bombs
lobbed by computer hacker and scammer
rolled into one nasty,
short and brutish lout,
whereby his aggrieved targeted victim
experiences absolutely zero qualms.

Though common horse sense
I generally...

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The whips of smoke was thickly spiraled all over my face,
 I stood at the shrine, rather the church,
 The eerie and somber silence within the cave scourged me,
 As the nocturnal owls spoke cabalistic...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux...

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i really, really need a place to just scream. 
To be in an isolated place, a quiet place, a place where I can be alone with myself, and just therapeutically scream into the distance and...

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Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)

If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn

(billy me I merrily...

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