Long Mediocrity Poems

Why is it that gratitude
for peak response to truth with beauty
multiculturally embraces Positive Psychology's
mental health,
humane respect 
for life's naturally pleasant graces?

Yet sapient sacred trust 
in Earth's impassioned beauty spaces
remains spiritually unexplored,
under-mined Truth,
anemically practiced compassion

AnthroMind/EarthBody 
nondualistically...

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'You've thrown me over the edge of the highest peaked cliff imaginable
As I spiral further down, my outer shell gets roughed up
by sticks and stones
until my body is disfigured beyond recognition
as if I'd been torn...

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Amidst the chaos of chalk and dreams deferred,
We ask ourselves, where can we find the spark
In this labyrinth of rote and rigid words?
The burden we bear, a future stark

We've trudged through dusty classrooms, yearning
For wisdom...

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Ah... methinks I could sleep forever

Basking in a supine position
with eyes wide shut
while the space heater churns out
fast moving molecules of heat
solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted
by miniature fantasy 
of tropical island paradise
accompanying and populating slumber
courtesy flickering,...

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Pride and Prejudice: The Lacking Margins

Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literature, composed with penetrating wittiness and exquisite character delineation, it...

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The value of her name is fading,
Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness.
Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness.
A place attained from the sweat of passed souls within nationalism and confidence,
Today has appeared...

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You want emotion...
Tell me, ask me, beg me to show you my soul, my secret place where my muses dwell.
My living hell. The tainted sea of all me, so what...so you can wash in the...

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It must have been the darkest, deepest fate time create,
People saw and forgot the impact when history intervened. 
We forgive and endure, but our minds will not forget
The Bizarre world trying to suppress our African...

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When life was a song, respect was expected;                           ...

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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
         well have learned another thing-or-two
 ...

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There is no excuse for ignorance
You must know when you were born
There is no excuse for ignorance
You are sucking the energy out of the popcorn
And fooling everybody about your naked charity
There is no excuse for...

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Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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Here's my deal.
I have unlimited time to invest in regenerative life,
and really no healthy climate time at all to invest in furthering overpowering pathologies
heading toward Yang-crazed terrifying rabidity.

For you, reduced to a human individual ego-identity,
the...

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Am I just another antiquity
An artist who finds a natural home
Among the paupers whose graves are marked with serial numbers
Instead of headstones?
I hate gimmicks and dismiss them
Like any other moment of mediocrity.  
The truth...

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We knew more about our mother. While, father was a revered persona , a bit distant.
Our mother was always an undertone in front of father, an unrecognized delicate privacy, worn out
Her lingering incomplete silences used...

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Forgive me
for sleeping while you weep,
for breathing while you wilt,
for beating strong and true
free without you
in an unforgiving sea.

Challenge ungrateful Universal Us
to never swim or fly without unitarian we,
to dream in Win to Win 
rich...

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The Reality is 
A broken mirror reflects ultimate terror.
The reality is

We all have the ability to get the pain when expectations run away from our brain.
The reality always hits you.

Forget it, even if I told...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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footsteps as I walk to the podium*



Lights dim, where words writhe like serpents in the darkness, I concoct a brew of bitter brutalities. 

“The cacophonies of criticism, discordant symphonies, assails my sensibilities, a symphony of...

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Climb your poetry mountain, today!
Stop sitting in the vallies of yesterday .
Be deeply in love again, sing your own sweet song.
Do not imitate others your whole life long!


How utterly boring, to just conform.
Kick up the...

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Dear Library,

It's me, Angel,
Do you remember me?
Of course, you do,
For how could one forget?
A constant presence,
A companion through my highs and lows.

I write to express my gratitude,
For being my sanctuary in high school,
A refuge from...

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My heart is heavy
My mind is clouded
My world has darkened

I pursued my heart's desire with all zest
But I've come to a point where I'm forced to rest
Fate has decided that I'm not worthy of life's...

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you don't like me...and that's ok
you need your comfort zone in tact
and so you keep away
passionately intense people
can make life a little messy
blood bath of emotions
on display
night or day
It's ok

Never thought you had it in...

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