Long Frictional Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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His voice soft and cracking,
Wanting desperately to start conversation. . .
Discomfort only letting out a few words from my trembling mouth. . .
The center of the audience,
Still alone in the embarrassment of my own silent,...

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Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal...

Especially when giving cheeky badass
blemished physiognomic reflection
tricking me seeing displeasing likeness
Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing
his treasured invisible cutlass
poised to strike, (where spiderlines
instantaneously provoked, webbed,
and frankly zapped...

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Mime moost re cent poem titled 
     Mental Illness...Inherent Since Birth
fourth line down lacked an accidentally 
     ohm mitt head "rack", thus presenting dearth
of understanding, and
 
...

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BRAINSTORM

      Quiet brain quite norm hit by groaning gust
       bursting in cyclonic storm of betrayal and lies.
       ...

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I also feel the pain, I feel sorry
When I am forced to hate someone,
I live in the heart of happiness
When I love and get love from all,
Because I'm human
I have a conscience
I have the power...

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Since the beginning of the Homo sapiens’ phases of civilization
Invisible pages of history printed sign of the times in message clear
Giving clue to the artifacts of the cyclic growth and destruction,
No force on earth could...

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It’s a cruel evil, which attract
     Everyone by its spam beauty;
It is a lighting sprit; which 
     Doesn’t belong to one age.
It is the frictional evil, which...

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Sonnet

From far, back I have come
To their surprise, I brought a dove, 
Happy they were, everyone at home, 
And a nest they weaved for her, what a love! 
My brother, a smith, made her a...

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Colour unto black-and-white.
Darkness revealed by the light.
Cold which warms to become hot.
Lines drawn from a single dot.
Wooden homes replaced by bricks.
Something different in the mix.
Out with old and in with new...
Such is change for me...

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Supported by Brahma
Holding erect energies
Shakti engages in play
In the stream of soma 
Igniting our central vein
As a gift to our presence
Receptive in surrender
Aligned with love divine

Centred in the vast void
Encased by feeble form
The dance of...

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Intelligent energy,
forging with life synergy,
feels by touch, each sensation
from fulcrum of cessation.

Thus, both ascent and descent,
frictional burn by consent,
that be we in any realm,
desires do not overwhelm.

Each octave of the spectrum,
varied notes therein does strum,
simply...

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The breeze brushes against an oak,
up the veiny bark and passed the lark,
Frictional rapping of leaves breathe to life
a thousand voiced whisper-
the softest bellow echoes
across the wild grass
Sweeps against her hair,
a sea of shining brass,
and...

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