Long Indexed Poems

Prisoner of the Matrix loaded
Prisoner of the matrix loaded

Cattle within the herd
cages within the slaughter
Profiteers prey upon the wounded
Branded comodified beings consumed
In consumption
Led to the plunder of themselves
Within the plotted grids of bondaged earth

Still between...

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“The Seance” 

It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;

In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity, 
the head ghoul set us straight on that.

The planchette...

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Kids of today, we here them say, no respect, what do you expect
Always hanging around on the streets, doing nothing and nothing to do
Is it their fault in this decaying society or should the blame...

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Written words
Lines and verses
Poetry
Fragments of an author's soul
Frozen ink on paper
Entombed emotions
Imprisoned ideas
Trapped thoughts
Sentient silhouettes
Paper phantoms
Paper ghosts

School during a civil war
In six easy steps
A place of learning and reason
A propaganda soup cauldron
A refuge of normality...

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Part 18

it helps to see the spectrum of behaviors
as a spectrum first of all
not disorganized not random
not to the degree the clergy would have it
which makes them ridiculous
as well as dangerous
to anyone standing outside the...

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where narcissistic assumptions are presumed
to be a priori and default perfect
in so far as we estimate ourselves
in the slightest vaguest
single point mirror ghost called I
this is the grand knock me down delusion
when we are a...

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Every reason equates to both the truth or curtains. 
Within the visible light of mind, unveil the blurriness or shade it for certain. 
Emotions are as true as the hands that caress it. 
The speech...

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I was having a dialog
with my inner shock collar
a present from my fairy godmother
who had trimmed the hedge
into leafy mammals with teeth
ready to protect the perimeter
and as sure as incisors segue to molars
they tore loose...

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as things speed up 
at an ever faster clip
they're ready to interrupt
my mind's day nondescript
to mark my thoughts - every tiny blip

and keep them cross-indexed
in a clouded database
kept in the current context
never to be erased
their...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown...

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Poet’s Note: Beauty used to benumb beholders. Today’s beauty is simply numbered and indexed. One thousand (mille-Helens) make one Helen, the unit fashioned after Helen of Troy believed to be the most beauteous ever to...

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tap of nails, slide wood, pull drapes 
stains loiter in round mug shapes

water sipped, books stack, words leap
hush wizened pages, neighbors sleep 

journals, confessionals, down or up
old cartridge spills, pens horde in cup

shackled hands, lungs...

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A note to poets yet to be
No matter what their age is
They've indexed me as World War Two
But what's a scouser lad to do?
With all those bloody sages?



To develop the ability
To speak into eternity
And not...

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A note to poets yet to be
No matter what their age is
They’ve indexed mine as world war two
But what’s a scouser lad to do
With all those bumhole sages



To develop the ability to speak into eternity...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anaïs Nin  


a world of mine - the world of me
it's all the world i'll ever see
the only world that's...

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The image of her face embedded in my mind
The sound of her voice indexed into my brain
The smell of her perfume
The feel of her embrace
The tenderness of her kisses
Those eyes inflamed with life
Memories of her
A...

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Let me drape upon you a written robe, 
beautifully indexed on your tablet. 
My! you look divine, 
off we go to dine on literary flavours and liquid verse. 

A five chapter meal we just published....

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Why this is my tale

Of my family tree and roots 

The what and where

My Gaelic Celtic 

Surname origins came

Straight out of my Liverpool home 

Retracing my heritage right back to 

The emerald island of Eire...

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MY TEENAGE CRUSH

A_Certain_Nii

Ere half a score and three in this sapien space
Eyed a destination that would take me there
Very noble and widely embraced by the numbers
I set out well in the name of getting there.

The...

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My Dance of Poetry

When my soul and I dance in accord,
Then and only then
Will I be able  to write my poetry.
I cannot get more than I give!

Yes, I comprehend the world is indexed
aselfish place,
Where to...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire, but with the chill of ice, 
the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland,
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a fluorescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings--
to the horizon.

How it...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice, 
the winter sun haloes a gray and barren woodland;
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings to the horizon.

How...

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Ho-hum, another war lost
  We should have won
Our new partner for peace ~ the Taliban

Ho-hum, a new school year
  First semester's curriculum
    Learn whom to FEAR

Ho-hum, we're going all-electric
 ...

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