Long Ghosting Poems

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as...

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“Forever”



When The Terrors came,
The Uncontrollable Ones,
she closed her eyes
and listened for the notes
her mother had planted
amongst the deep blues,
beds of Forget-Me-Nots,
she followed the 
labyrinthine trail 
and through a gate unhinged,
it would seem destroyed, thrown aside,
she...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In...

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I learned so much last time I went too 

The shore casino near the ocean blue  

Conjuring up honesty and words that were true  

Looking for tranquil sanctuary to think and talk ...

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I held my arms, sleeping, around her breasts, bending, allowing myself to fall, the ghosting, dark wake, the fiery sands burned by a storm of thorn trees, burned by the march of sea and the...

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i held my arms, sleeping, around her breasts, bending, allowing myself to fall, the ghosting, dark wake, the fiery sands burned by a storm of thorn trees, burned by the march of sea and the...

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I need you to sing
the straight white male lead
in Phantom of Our Opera
as a Catch-22 steed.

I don't sing with wit
and I won't dance without it.

If that's a no,
but hard for you to show,
you clearly have...

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Broken World



When the lies were injected 
into the veins of innocence
blue feathered quills 
dipped their nibs 
into the ink of golden stories
stalked by trolls 
dragging their fountain tips of liquorice

like shining razor blades
blunt remarks stinging...

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Transformer-changeling, 
liquid currency of purchasing. 
Themes
Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool.
Accentuating my cares.
Dreams.
Weave for me-from your electric spool.
Your hourglass adbdomain spin(e)-dling, fondling, sifting, and gonduling me to my destination azul.

Capture...

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Sleep, those putrid portions of decay,
wither away at my conscience,
and nudge my crusted eyes open,
to the pain of daylight usurping the drape.

Legs slump, feet thud the carpet,
to another unwelcome day,
how many times will I have...

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"Dream Bug"



Hour glass 
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers

their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid 
like snowflakes they fall 
confetti on my hands

Writing you 
between there
and here again
a feckless court...

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In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids...

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So you don’t care
About your marriage?
Don’t care about your children?
Don’t care how you hurt them?
How your oblivious to your actions
That’ve caused a chain reaction.


You don’t care of quality time
With those you love?
You don’t care about...

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            As emotion's embolism petitions
a mirror sea for endless blue transparency-
through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary 
garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry-
in full...

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It was a very overwhelming day today,
Yet I learned my many lessons with a grinning frown on my face 
It was as if I've been given no second chance
But, God forgives me with his marvelous...

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I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at...

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Maybe the cocaine was the bridge over the insurmountable ridge, the remaining light in the mist that forever flickering uplift, which helped me escape the barren landscape and guided me from a deadened fate
As the...

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I hate myself. 
I hate myself to the extent where I avoid looking in mirrors, 
In fear of the ugly monster that's hiding behind it. 
The deformed smile that dares to even grow over its...

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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...

Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth

zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially

robbing, stunting,...

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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...

Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth

zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially

robbing, stunting,...

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It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely extreme.

Enter at your own risk, but be aware,
loving me can...

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Walking this path
Once populous
Now desolate
Ambushed
An unspeakable ambush
Now I'm travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs soon colluded 
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts...

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For Spitfire, the Wolf

The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists, 
ghosting the landscape 
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony 
Serving their own.Stead.
 Fates in cognition. 
Roundtable and Moordread.
Satelliting their own volition.
By the knight in...

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Damnation to our Generation..
Ageing ghosting in anguish..
Youth yield to boorishness... 
Devilish deed with drugs on a daily..
Daily routine on intoxication...
Inebriate on a highway..
Damned Generation!!..

Veneration to worldly pleasures....
Pleasure seekers surround our surroundings
Our souls succumb to sexual...

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