Long Guerrillas Poems

Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on a bridal gown.

Zedar has come to investigate. 
As Grand Sovereign...

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Standing at the edge of the canyon, 
its crest wreathed in swirling clouds of fog 
the tower looms on the plain, 
incongruous, like blood on a bridal gown.

Zedar has come to investigate. 
As Grand Sovereign...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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Down in the south east of Ukraine they call the Donbas region
Is where the Russians were kept at bay by the Azoz battalion
For three long months in Mariupol, they put up one hell of a...

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Crack on my corner but its grown overseas
Grown in South America and made from cocca leaves
From overseas to the corner from the corner to my house 
momma using daddy using when will he get out?
He...

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Written: October 20, 2023, 

If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it's not going to achieve immortality. By Thomas Beecham
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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Compelled by his native curiosity he makes his way 
slowly, stumbling frequently. The walls are cold 
and slimy to his touch. A rat skitters by his feet, 
and he is conscious of a low murmuring...

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Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada! 
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla! 
Cuenta el dolor que cada 
El dia pasada lo pone en las noches 
Habla...
Señor, tengo un sueño en mi almohada...

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It’s happening again.
Red-hot Guerrillas breaching my porcelain surface,
Angry little bombs exploding, leaving
my land a red war zone,

And I can’t find Concealer,
who has gone A.W.O.L, deserted its place in line,
after Foundation, before Powder.
I send Hands to...

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The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel 
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear 
And the boy like stone would fell

All was left was a shallow...

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GREEDY AGENTS, 
FORECLOSERS ON THE RISE. 
BITTER DISAGREEMENTS, 
BEWARE OF SENSELESS DEMISE. 
TOTAL PRIVACY INVASION, 
INSTANT MESSAGE TEXTIN'. 
REFUGEE ALIENATION, 
BIG-BROTHER'S WATCHING. 
GROWING CHILD BIRTH DEFECT, 
THE WORLD'S IN QUAGMIRE. 
GLOBAL GREENHOUSE-EFFECT, 
RAGING FOREST FIRE....

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Politicians are lying,
Poor people are dying,
But our stocks keep on rising,
So we don’t care

The Arab Spring withers,
As ISIS guerrillas
Bomb Iraqi civilians,
But we don’t care

Fake elections are funded
By big money plundered
From the countries of others,
But we...

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Piercing Our Hearts

Countries are torn apart over our children.
Being physical, mental, sexual pained
Wounded, broken, watching dismemberments.
Their selfish taste of blood in the name of god
Violence against our women and children

The tide keeps growing in numbers...

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