Long Malignancy Poems

Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose...

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The Truth Of This Magnitude”

Obstinate defiance from an indignant child 
Consummate reliance on the spirit of the Wild 

Intricate compositions of meticulous art 
A syndicate of derision that is waiting to depart 

The honorary commemoration...

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 Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry
a chant of rebellion, in notary,
serve me upon high times  noteworthy high ego 
malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity 
and follow the not...

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A magical chemical infatuation
to disregard the tradition
of natures connectivity and diversity
dragged to the will of its subjugation
to dig into the complex cells intimacy
its mass increments of the yields
killing off the birds and the insects
for the...

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For thus  I am  entangled in a web of despair!
        A widow's orb of woven thread.
'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there.
   ...

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Meanwhile at the Temple of Doom, 
the hearts of the "resistance", 
are burning everence 
in "Human Resonance Frequency", 
somewhat
resonating resonance residence,
but not enough-...

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exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide   
     proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas 
     manned by berserk cruel death eaters, 
 ...

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Danger of  Darker Dance

In the heart of the desert, where shadows cast despair,
An ideology emerged—a venomous affair.
Visionless and blind, it spread its wicked creed.
Ignorant butchers are planting violent seeds.
In the Middle East, where cultures...

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The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home

On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse, 
I develop...

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A rebuttal to Lord Tennyson's famous lines of 'In Memoriam' ~
"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."


Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment, 
a...

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Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging...

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Wealth and riches beyond the imagination
This country is a majestic nation.
The most powerful on earth and past glory,
It leads the world in fame and superiority.
Its vast riches are equaled only by its people.
The source of...

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Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics...

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 I will stand with mighty pen in hand,
the pen like a sharp sword drawn, waiting
to pierce calloused shell, inadequate armor of the soulless...

 a crimson tide washes up on snow white sands,
flowing on a...

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Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment, 
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames 
of grief burning deep within my heart.
It's a fire I cannot douse or smother.

If there is a...

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The real you underneath 
The tumour hiding beneath the surface 
Secreting poison into the blood
Toxin controlling every motivation
The knife should cut the malignancy out
Hide it under the rug
Mould the clay and be reborn anew 
No...

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I’m back in my childhood’s home 
in its dank and dismal cellar
walking warily, unsteadily down
                    ...

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After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls

After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know

After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect

After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped

After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After...

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After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls

After Midnight
Last bugle to blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know

After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
Old tales to reflect

After Midnight
The ticking will stop
After Midnight
The bottom will top

After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After...

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Trauma.....
Always there like a shadow 
looming and haunting
It be monster in closet
Be spook that sits by a door
It sticks.... 
thick and solid like tar and feather
A plague that becomes everlasting
Repetitive in one's heart
a knot in...

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Saudade for friends I have lost

as I get older
I lose more people
every year

more people I knew
have died moving on 
and I mourn their lost friendship

wished I had been 
a better friend for them
and knew them...

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The pain of a child
who has forgotten cheers
behind teetering footfall,
hands held into sleep
tears kissed into laughter
and monsters banished by embrace
the pain of words rendered machete sharp
carry death more sure than malignancy
We spill blood for our...

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The sky was brushed by flame
and all of nature round about
seemed to joyously shout
the Divine ineffable name./

Orange, green and pulsating violet appeared
achingly wondrous - radiantly tiered.
It was as if the very soul
of the Absolute mightily...

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In the Grasp of a Group Home				                   April 16, 2021

A young Cree man, seventeen years of age...

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Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.

The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of...

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