Long Fungal Poems

I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine

Wining And Dining    we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet 
          ...

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Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue 
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul suffering the same hellish fate,
	identity crisis ensued
We became strangers in...

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People in my school have names for someone like me.
    Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
        I took note of every malicious...

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(We may appear to be different we all belong to GOD, Now Realize That) 

A young boy sat down by the roadside 
Watching all of the other children playing 
He let out a long and...

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Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.

They planned...

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Here we are,
my Bright-Light -
The Slow Discotheque.

Connect your contacts to the mob-mind,
dig the soft-focus that feels like an old future.

Leave your shoes and stockings
by the door,
my Bright-Light -
the spongy fungi carpet
will leave your feet cleaner
than...

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The winter of our discontent is over,
the Merciful God of the oppressed
has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls;
and the blossoming essence of our liberation.

The grapes of spring are plentiful
and the heat of the...

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I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was Perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.

As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease...

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I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe
under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley
hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice
borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending
into the hollow of my forgotten stories—
awaiting Judgment and Consumption,
theirs...

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The umbilical cord
connecting Left-dominant Yang
with Right-integrative Yin
stretches back to alga and fungus,
symbiotically congressed as bilateral lichen.

Lichens are a couple of specifics
within which the hybrid whole revolutionarily erupts
more than the zero-sum
of its equivalent dipolar alga and...

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The pedestal held the grail up high 
From the cusp of the golden sea
A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky
Amid that forest without a tree

The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavered
As they...

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Shush Sushobhan, 
she’s pushing her hand to my rock hard in the back of reception 
your girl wowing at my fat long perfection, 
I guess she thinks of you as rejection 
after you spent a...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record,
Confidence degenerates in ton, and waste...

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This was before they were banned
From overhead storage.
Amazing how one Durian can clog
So many confined bobbing heads.

A stomach turning air turbulence
Is yet more desirable than
That choking miasma of emissions
Which waft from their pulpy substance.

In foreign...

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A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to...

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 An offering from my slush-pile in lieu
              of anything new 

Santa’s sleigh crash landed in the jungle
He got caught in the...

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---Casualty Attack---

Like old memories
legs giving out
having grown tired in waiting
slouch through the 
cheese cloth of mind and
sour perception in guilt.

Guilt is the culture of the mind,
a great fungal expanse 
of 'what could be's 
and 'why...

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I am the Ego .

I am the All-Too-Measurable .

I am the great Inferiority .

There is no half full or half empty glass
	My vessel holds no water

I am the anti-Christ of honour
 From the vantage of...

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You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.

Now Brenda...

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Picture # 4 

Santa had a tiny elf
His feet were growing large
And everywhere Santa went
The elf's big feet would sparge

Santa spent so much time
Making the elf new shoes
Because it was late spring
Snow melt did ooze...

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Can there be beauty in my toes,
Where stubbornly a fungus grows?

I never thought it could be true.
I try to hide it with my shoe.

Its purpose, not yet discovered—
I try hard to keep it covered.

From large...

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The Seeds of Acceptable Hate


Between the folds of faith and belief, 

tucked neatly in cushioned corners, 

lie the seeds of acceptable hate.



Through quaint pleasant rituals, 

and joyously hummed words, 

dumbed down thoughts

and dazed faces exude,...

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To gormandize upon the fungal billowing  
of its noisome mustiness,
beguiles many to munch upon its earthy reek.
A creamy white meatiness enchants taste buds 
to pillage pale fetid delights,
while a gluttonous well-being 
  ...

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Constructing Catacombs


Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting...

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Autumn Fall

Jack Frost is waiting to weave his mischievous magic

Amongst the changing flora lays an endless carpet of vibrant purple heather, its sweet note sings in the cool air

Brown and yellow paint flecks adorn the...

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