Long Lacerations Poems

A perfect world
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Actually addicted attitude apologetic they assume while I'm angst in my room
Bold not blameless but blame shooting out like bullets
Critics just quit it, calculated moves, claim to have your back until you...

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foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier

it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire

of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket

her eyes wide upon pupils dilated...

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Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
                           ...

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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth are nipping his upper lip tucked tight, rope acting as...

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dust had gathered on her many memories in outlines and heaps

had sheltered her from full on attacks of pain and self lacerations

the broom with razors attached right next to the end of the stick


inside lay...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate
a graceful gel, gently thickened,
so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound,
has begun…

in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear,
felt by a heart who knows the starkness,...

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On that day, in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as...

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On that day in Aug 1945
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot said
What happens next the world dreads
The catch releases as Little...

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My eyelids are taut to their limit,..  I've blinked none. I lay half submerged on
the surface of lustrous glass, girded within withering arms of trees. 
Earlier I could feel the cold and placid liquid...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta - Mother's house - my heart did churn,
To be with...

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My eyelids are taut to their limit,..  I've blinked none. I lay half submerged on
the surface of lustrous glass, girded within withering arms of trees. 
Earlier I could feel the cold and placid liquid...

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Echoes of your diffusive elegies, in the core of your rare piercing beautiful soul, recollections of somber yesteryears, sprouting deep lacerations and stigmatized unseen wounds, blackened in your gold heart, bleeding out your profundity, engulfed...

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I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself.  Some months ago I met a bard, Kevan Manwaring.  In his book, the Bardic...

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She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre...

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cinnamon seeps into the home and I can already smell the sugar crumble

a fragrance of childhood innocence captures memories and recollections

different times they were when fresh food could only be bought in season

or harvested from...

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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross

Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars

A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist of weeping from heaven

Ebony...

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"Renovation After A Narcissist"

(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there...

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Seconds to go.
I am locked away, set aside.
Throat opens, body twists.
Face distorts, voice roughens.

The tangle man wakes up.
He is twelve, seventy, eighty.
Sick and lame. 
Trembling and tight.

Blank eyes peruse him.
There will be tears, mania and...

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And so it was that I told my affections the one truth
That mine is the faith of cynicism
A faith cold and without compassion of another to aid me
It is a faith that is not necessarily...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from our confrontations.
So much was 
   lost in translation,
though...

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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways,...

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Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown

and at a distance, I can see the why
of your abandonment,...

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when evening’s dawn descended on her restless soul

defeated dusk and dust collected deep into the night

cobwebs spun an open trapdoor over broken peace

insomnia prevailed as a cynical reminder of treason

in which reason failed to align...

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That moment
That perfect moment
Where time became eternal
I saw
I opened my blinded eyes and saw
The expanse of your soul

To reword
To match time stricken words to an eternal glimpse
Absurd

So, I write
I write without reason
Flowing with the ink...

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I seem to fall in love constantly; 
Seem to find it everywhere I go, 
Half buried in the sand, like pieces of fallen moon 
Waiting me to pick it up and devour it – 
To...

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