Long Masques Poems

The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to...

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Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension

Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing...

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Wiz Away

I entered the empty funeral hall.
Am I not at the correct memorial gathering in visitation room H?
“Excuse me, sir, but is this the memorial for Mr. Wizby?
 There is not a posting besides the...

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*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish...

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'Tis be the night like any, except, 
this year, the eve will fall on a Sunday. 
'Twill be easier for the foxes to 
appear from their denizens.

There'll be time enough for them to
put away their...

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Everyday Heroes

Let’s talk about everyday Heroes
Ordinary people like you and I
People who do not always win
But are always willing to try.

People who go on everyday
Making a positive contribution to all
Doing their jobs as best they...

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All you have to do is waiting,
To listen to the wind rumble,
Like poor elephants,
All you have to do is waiting,
Sealed in our rooms,
Praying for his slate roof,
Praying for the wires,
I can no longer pray to...

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Crowds and noise and people enthralled me
When I had deciduous teeth.
And a simple thought of loneliness 
Engendered collywobbles in me.

How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes!

Blanketing all kinds under pristine
and untarnished label
Without contemplations...

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In the red dust bowl of a dry river bed
an afterlife flowed to the distance ahead
where the eyes cannot figure the view at the end
or what lies in wait around the bend.
Gnarled fisher of dreams...

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Cave wall shadows.
Plato warned us.

Like Prince Prospero’s Abbey.
A cyber-dominion of masquerades.
Anonymity is a collective loneliness.

Electronic patches and flickers that we create.
The naked selfies exposing our genitals.
 Neon carnival signage of our disposable selves.

White nationalists and...

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The great tempter tries, subtly, watching us, lurking to lure.

Preparing, waiting to dazzle us, in times we are unsure.

His flames dance so beautifully, as we watch we are in awe.

Warm and seducing, calling our names,

They...

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She understands the wind in all its fancies;
First born of all our lives in transition
Sheer elegance becomes a metaphor transparent,
To always be a Dancer in the woods.

She lives inside herself and revels in the freedom.
Her...

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I  look within my bag, and baggage more unquenched desires.
N erve wrecking mental state, thus illogically surmounts.
T he wisdom of sages to simplify life ends in absurd futility.
R ather than emptying my burden, I...

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Masques, ruses, and facades
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Be careful don't be fooled by smiles and facades
Of false interest and concern
The deepest wounds inflicted are by those most beloved
It's truly no way to live, too many place themselves beyond it
The...

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”You Can Become Dreamy In A Spa”
(by Rainbow ?? Promise)


Soft Erie-like musical strains  -
Guitars, flutes, banjos, violins 
Float in the Air with rhythmic flare.

With rhythmic flare you lay bare,
Soft lights, candle lit, flicker there,
As...

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A madness of marigolds
cascading light
the garden gate,
a painting to protect
one from the savages of truth
an obsession
with brush strokes
irises laden
with weeping desire
changelings in poppies
granite jawed
from a hunger moaning 
with the all forgiving night
come into the gloom
spare...

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