Long Fixation Poems

Depression is like dying
without hope this process will end well,
without remediation
at least not for my closely held ego-identity,
and despair 
this turning inward
creates a cocoon by avoiding outward.

Focal awareness of ego mortality, 
immanent and emanant,
eminent,
turns inward,
returns...

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Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up
on social media platforms
when potential homicidal maniac(s)
communicate(s) intent to strike
with ambush and ready
read - able, eager, and willing
to embark upon murderous rampage.

Prospective killer armed to the teeth
usually a young bucking...

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Excerpt from “fake” encomium given years ago... 
at Lake Wobegone High School (my alma mater), 

and recently discovered ridiculous rough draft
amidst plethora of junk emails
while practice reading some lines 
regarding Midsummer Night's Dream 
upcoming performance.

Arch...

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By George (burning hard), I Shaw tried to playwright

offers his unsolicited tidbits 
as scene courtesy 
the following virtually 
staged philosophical insight.

Arch back like 
a professional ballet dancer 
to stand out from other pedestrian applicants 
seeking...

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Bounteous mass media mechanizations...
generate fixation spurring sexual exploitation
evidenced courtesy adulation
particularly regarding young females,
whose seductive poses 
linkedin selling (hard) wares
versus advertising males sporting, harkening,
approximating Adonis with remarkable beauty. 

Western civilization commercialization,
commodification, communication 
methodologies adrip with deification,...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school,
yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive,
oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid,
whose voice exhibited
a severe nasal twang)
felt envious at other boys,
especially those young bucks
who sported budding antlers
plus thick...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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Can you make any sense of
systemic racism?

No more common sense than
too much patriarchalism--
all leftbrain dominant things
oppressing sacred Earth's
polycultural win/win systems
promoting resiliently wealthy
resonant synergetic health

Care given
as received
in fruitful wombs,
like apple cores in transition
from refuse
toward rebirth

May be...

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Courtesy severely receding hair line..., 
yours truly enveloped within morose mood

I (Samson incarnate) 
frankly experience zapped strength,
hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth
when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.

Now in doddering dotage scant wisps...

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“The Lord will show Me, 
Has shown me, where your mind lies….”

I began to wonder if I was lost in that statement to him,
That fear and desire had blinded me to rush such an assertion
Upon...

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This is what the spirits tell me about you: I see you have traveled far in search of answers to your many questions. You should take satisfaction in having attained an advanced state of enlightenment....

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I was reading Dragon a book, like to children, you should always do.
Yes, it was about a fairy princess and the dust she scattered everywhere, too.
Apparently it added magic, wherever she scattered it, as along,...

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Judy Leigh was addicted with a food fixation.
Gorging on fruit, veggies, and any crustacean.
She wanted to stop and yelled, "Damnation!
My overeating is causing me such frustration!"

While grudgingly doing her morning chores,
Judy acquired the bad habit...

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The Goddess of Love


The exuberant fire that burns within my soul,
In that first embrace of a lovers smile;
Shall forever be held, in equality to the power of love.
Her servant shall forever wish for her luminous,...

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tweaked to pass inspection broadcast on the double
(alternately titled snafu: ma bell heave hubble
vehicular repairs (prohibitive)
finds me bleary eyed stupefied
and countenance grizzled with prickly stubble
collapsed amidst virtual rubble).

Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words...

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My name was picked by my mother
Shared with brother, changed by grandmother, leaving me to uncover the truth from another
Not her so I suffered 
My name means Honesty, Sacrificer, and Admirer.
The truth is not something...

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Politech chef in the kitchen
cooking up another Microsoft microdot
meth batch of morphology
Walter White’s in the house
brewing more truth breaking bad
tweet juice chemical toxicity
And the viral caged bird brains
are getting subliminally stamped
with the neon glowing letters...

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If the voice in Heaven did speak
His would be the last true voice
To speak and command me to be well
I was born with a broken heart
That formed an invisible shackle
Not fixed by the servant of...

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Hopelessly Devoted to Just One Thing?!?
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Hopelessly devoted to just one thing, I cannot say it’s so. 
Many things were manifested for which great devotions grow. 
Simply choosing that...

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I saw a man in the mirror yesterday
I saw him there again today
Behind him I saw streets and houses and people everywhere
And my mind wondered and pondered and wondered what this man’s life was like...

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The infraction of mayhem stood resilient as it was tried for the many crimes the jurors had, ultimately, blamed on rage.
The reaction went, as expected, and mayhem worried, "Is this what happens when madness is...

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You are,                                 ...

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breath
the very thing I require to learn from
Death
It is something I yearn
I think nothing else matters
when I am writing all heaven's doors open
Prophets words read upon my lips
I swear I have never heard this
I know...

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Encomium for cumulative collection of trash

The pyromaniac within yours truly
beckons sacrificial ritual
mine burning (man's)
sacred plastic bags
of rubbish (comprised of: hairs combed,
ditto trimmed from dead head,
filthy lucre - ha, phlegm
wrapped in tissue paper,
snips and snails,
and puppy...

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