Long Lacerate Poems

The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous
It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel it’s...

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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment &...

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Screaming Guillotines

I.

I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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Nonetheless suicidal ideations severely
whipsaw punctuate, lacerate, assassinate
frescoed fiasco failure grimly livingsocial
ah...that dull cutlery eyed with temptation
one painful thrust hemorrhaging, whereby
carpeting permanently stained blood red,

(security deposit forsaken) cremation ought
not outrageously expensive, I subsequently
chickened out imposing eternity...

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Do not tell me anymore of mythical mermaids lurking
In the fine gradient of the sea, eyes heavy with a snaring desire,
A monalisa smile framed on their faces or of

Sexy mermen and smiling salacious simpletons
To stereotype...

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The Alamosaurus, was the last of their kind
And the Baryonyx, in the water you'll find
 
Now there's Camelotia, from a historical site
One of the largest ever, Diplodicus - now there's a sight
 
Of Elaphrosaurus so...

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Again the sun will rise and the moon will shine,
Again the night will shudder,again the night will whine.
Again the darkness will beseech, the sky will remorse for its stalemate,
Again her wail will lament in the...

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i
Lie back, tilting my head
hunched as if tango 
mangoed or like quesimodo
ringing notre dame bells. 
The straps cradle me
pinned in a rollercoaster
belted in a fast car, 
braced and buckled. 

ii
Electrodes are placed
on skin-thin temples. 
Gently,...

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I opened my hand to yours.
Greeted by knives.
The hidden agenda of a parasite
wanting to feast on the likes of me.
Infectious poison coming from your cold, blue lips. 
Lies masked by my attraction to your curvacious...

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Extant autobiography devoid
of livingsocial, I berate
whatsapp pining now resultant
outcome coping poorly did create
courtesy, sans avast kindled
linkedin self denigrate

predicated series of unfortunate
events buzzfeeding ill fate
capital one after another pinterest
newpages writers block did generate
countless blank pages interspersed
with...

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In the grasp of green demons the dissolute lie,
Lost with phantoms of absinthe and smoke,
On an opium trail chasing dragons all night,
Stricken utterly wasted and broke;
When I look to the rooftops and blurrily see
Jagged vistas...

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“Sweet, Sweet Descending’s”

The meandering river slinks silently
In reluctant afterthought;
A flat stone shines in the sun’s presence,
Gripped for flight, flies forward;
Water clouds dance in the rapids,
Celebrated with flames, and
The crying colors of terminations,
With the motion and...

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Sweet, Sweet Descendings

The meandering river slinks silently
In reluctant afterthought;
A flat stone shines in the sun’s presence,
Gripped for flight, flies forward;
Water clouds dance in the rapids,
Celebrated with flames, and
The crying colors of terminations,
With the motion and...

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Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew bolder
What was once handy stopped ringing so dandy
Craving vocabulary candy...

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Honey-Child That Sweet-Spun Gift, You Don't Want To Miss

She cried, "Please write a sonnet that bites my butt"
Dear poet, I give you whiskey, my mouth stays shut
With that you may be lucky, I send a...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXII

IF you pull a long lonely face
Standing all alone near or on a busy airport flyway
Sans kith ni kin nor traffic police or friends en surplus
Hell you'll...

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She was the incandescence in my soul,
the fire in my eyes
and the warmth in my heart.
I could feel her in the gentle breeze
caressing my cheek.
She was the happiness pouring down upon me
as I stood out...

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Turn me on animator
I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases 
Will you play one for us tonight
If we promise to forget the plate glass?
Will you pick the noise from the silence? 

The further...

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Desires
play perpetually

I am gazing--
desires
unaware of destiny
frisk about my mindscape
like children.

While playing children
break my mind’s toys
lacerate its walls 
peel away mind’s layers
pulverise them and
throw around.

Desires stay unaware
of man’s fragile existence 
authored by scarcity 

They are not...

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On a night in October when the full moon beams
Marsh noises resonate, all is not what it seems

The wind rustles the reeds with a haunting chilling sound
As the awakening dead arise from their dormant cold...

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He keeps trying his barrage 
of raging vitriol, but it's a blunt knife
on his target's alligator skin

A predictable high school bully
with the same ol' lines of attack.
His target always sees them coming...

and the invectives inflict...

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“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.” ~ By Poet

The night stood,
veiled like an assassin.
Leaving aside the...

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For what purpose after purpose do we come and go
Entering from utopia whilst life bestows
Sharpened corners lacerate living skin
Unknown of it's actions that happen within

Reflection to selection ones choice is made
To deliver one from breathing...

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understand and forgive my confusion
simply put, i just want you to stay
i wish i had the perfect formula for a lotion that prevents you from being so rash
reality chaps the skin more though

i slice a...

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