Long Mandalas Poems

"Strange Vampires"

all those years 
ago, when conspiracies
flourished around 
did we or didn’t we go 
to the moon, when we
were once human,
proved to be lies,
whichever way 
the dark shadows 
conveyed it.

the truth 
came out much later,...

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To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever is our Other right now
with open caring empathy,
even when we may feel like withdrawing
into suffering,
self-isolating
depressive,
repressed concerns of mistrust and dissonance,
because we have...

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“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed” ~ Unseeking Seeker

As the sky dissolves remnants
 of scripted dogma,
to uncloak...

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As the mediterranean torrents 
thawed away this wildflower of Medusa ~
once roaring in merciless thunders, 
now, I'm found swaying,
midst lemongrass fields ~
conversing with freshwater naiads
for, every weed is a storyteller
     ...

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The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the...

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Here we are again
still
remembering our fair share of mutually invested identity,
where dreams swim to fuse together,
DNA with RNA eco-wombs written across the heart of all four sacred seasons
of star song's tidally ebb and flowing moon...

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Which is the greatest conduct of them all,
which one denies terpitude & futility most strenuously,
which exhalts productivity & nobility most vigorously,
is there a single method of action, behavior of best results
that is preeminent & priority...

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Song of the Circles				

Teasing are the secrets in the golden summer grain,
No manual to tell us what they mean,
Hasty follows harvest, only pixels now remain,
Of mandalas in meadowlands serene.

While the cynics turned away or treated...

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She placed the small embellished table
Beside the open window igniting its red glow
As the natural light poured through
Spurring witness with exquisite detail
That begged for hands to caress and touch
Its spiritually ornate expression and artful fate

For...

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Who says that birds of different feathers can't live together?
God created different feathers for man to admire and understand that,
Similar feathers live in similar habitats,
They feed, fly and passionately protect each other.

Boulders from high, dry...

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In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules,
Altars of therapy crumble under the weight of our unspoken prayers,
Our steps, like lost pilgrims, are swallowed by streets paved...

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My fragrances have guided you to my colourful winter gardenia 
A cobbled pathway will walk you to a vanilla mushroom house 
Atop with a fireman's helmet of red riding hood flower wine
Bee loved sunshine daisies...

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Mamakailang- ulit nang nangyari 'to?
'di maka- idlip man lang mga mata
Ilang ulit na bang nalihis sa mundo?
Hating-gabi, ikaw'y saksi!Sumagot ka!

Siguro mga sampong beses na yata?
Makisimpatya ka't ngumiti man lang!
Hindi ba? Kung 'di, tayo't ikaw'y magwika!
Hating-...

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Hop skip jump laugh and dance then for fear feeds fragile fornicating frogs. And as spots are squeezed and pus ejected. The falsities beneath are plainly on display. No more hiding in boiled bumps. Serving...

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“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst 
not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth.” John ch 3. vs 8.

In a plain bound book
I tattoo white paper...

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My gypsy, mystic, music soul dances in ellipses
Down pathways of holy manta mandalas.
Ritualistic, shamanists trace circles in painted sand,
And, I stand in boots of slavery,
Like a penitent at the altar,
Seeking entry permission at
The vulvic door...

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Ghost lace as thin as invisible souls from aude la 
attached to heavenly doors the only color is white
in this corridor of no return, symmetrical mandalas 
"We are being informed by specters of the light...

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Tibetan Buddhist monks create
Mandalas out of sand,
A process that, to me, 
Is very hard to understand.

For colorful designs composed
With symmetry and care 
Are made by placing grains in patterns
Quite beyond compare.

It may take hours, even...

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I want to walk with you as Lovers do
to see the wild geese soar above our heads
like seraphim rejoicing heavens blue,
lush emerald groves, and sunsets apple-red.

My love, I want to read your favorite poems,
to sing...

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worlds within
and without are all waning
insatiable
chaos
vacuum
the void
which sat between heavens
heavens splitting the waters
the waters, the weeds
create living geometries

etch-a-sketch drawings
of silent mandalas

now the dreamweaver
lotus
now the lucid unwaking ones
who appear at your bedside
disdaining your closet

while you lie
awake
sleeping
hypnogogically...

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a cascade 

     ancient spirit healing, Asian artwork.     
     adapting mandalas around the world.
     Abstract designs articulate self worth.

Hindu...

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Creating mandalas
as they waltz on their toes-
blooming like lotuses 
in a stagnant pond;
their cores are pupils
welling with tears:
weeping beneath 
the shadows of nimbus.

Rings with no beginning
neither an end;
silent are their echoes
as they flow like silk.
The...

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