Long Lusterless Poems

In a world where I do not exist,  
stars will still glow like sequins of lilac.  

Nightingales would serenade hope,  
fields of fickleness would fade,  
unfolding grains of gold in bloom,...

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I woke up to the soft  
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,  
reverberating in  
turquoise tunes,  
stirring the sleeping  
sunrise within my soul,  
while the hermit crabs,  
soaked in salty...

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(Prelude)

A practicing hermit comes ‘board the train— 
"Faux Pas Degenerate’s the name."
The sundial dust of a spider 
on silken words retires; 
Easy now with walking 
‘fore the secret slips out: Desire.
 
"Paranoia: witch’s brew. 
All...

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—Oh, it’s a terrible thing to see—

Look; the face,
that ugly face reflected in a broken mirror.

It’s a daffodil, the dream of Narcissus’,
it’s an inevitable arrogance, the karma of Hamlet’s,

yet no way to cast all these...

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The Old man of Merces  

His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time
His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain
Glittering they must be during his prime
Crumbling body holding spirit in chain

His trembling hands resting...

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What I see along the plaza
A lusterless milkyway
A blackhole of a burntout Gaza
On faces fractured by Uranium decay
I ask the men
Reeled in past my 'stonished face
Help my disconnect to ken
The ravage of this place.

In silence...

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Dream up another Christmas:
with snowflakes softly falling as tiny fragments of a comet,
that have traveled a millennia of light years,
to reach your cold hands awaiting their warmth,
before someone else sees them descending like fireflies...
 

And...

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imagine for a second 
that all the hogwash bull*****fiction
spun by you spin doctors 
whipping up your religions &
churning your lies like 
butta,
was scientifically proven tomorrow---
imagine that the proof that y’all needed
to rub the faces of...

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Epochs of womanhood

1 VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?

2 YOUTH

Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to...

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Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements or subpar substitutions
He marches on despite his contemplation
The clang and...

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I was your flower and you my buzzing bee
I feared your sting, but could not wait for the butterfly
From chrysallis to come, your dance enraptured me
And I mesmerized let you with my golden pollen fly.

The...

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The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~
  sometimes like the swirling ocean,
  fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors,
woven from aesthetic elements of nature,
  for inspirations glide through warm waves,...

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a storyman 
runs out of stories
he's deprived of oxygen 
a lusterless butterfly 
chained to straight paths
the deadest of ends in sight
a fading dreamer in a burnt out
lullaby

funny thing about a storyman...though...
he always has the belief
that...

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The apples are old
only good for smelling.
They will rot
returning to the earth
via the city dump.
For now they fill the kitchen
with Autumnal tones
and woodland tints.

The rot of this season
abides in its ripe fruit.
Such edible fruits
that tempt...

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A biting wind with broken teeth,
has left its blackened stumps
hanging from the limbs
of disrobed trees

A washed-out daylight
seeps gray.
The streets were bareboned,
greenery lusterless and scant.

Too sudden it seems, too
stark the change from
picturesque autumn and this
threadbare canvas.

A...

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rarely
a pearl 
rolls onto
the shores
of your life
timing must be just right
cadence and tide
humble downward glance
onto the wet sand
where it all began

despite the temptation
to keep it locked away -safe 
never take a pearl home
beauty is only...

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