Long Midsts Poems

                 Eternal skies tease the ground below, 
shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, 
seducing...

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I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you...

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I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you...

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Someone lied 
They claim always that they are called by God 
Then They Created an event place for worship
They preach always about their god 
And collect offering for thier God
Some of them in Africa 
Are...

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   Dulcimer dewdrops
 paint the leafy canvas,
hungry mouthlings bobbing 
   a rambunctious sway 
   from
clear pleasure of impact to receive 
       blessings of...

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Feeling of absolute brilliance
Power
The amazing power of the soul
What do I do with this feeling?
Power of immense magnitude
What can I do with this?
London streets
The high rise estates of North London
I want the amazing power of...

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the cold came in
like a sideways glance 
from a once spectacular friend
it froze my movements
just as the labrea memorialized
the bones of other
trying beasts
with thick,
viscuid
material

to shed such matter
in such a manner
is difficult at best
easy at worst

i...

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-light house-

...lost in the deep dark dangerous fore forest of mental foresight
the pitch blindfold blocking my light of sight

and pattering feet feebly giving way for a stumble
my heavy body spatters mad, my face smudges, i...

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I hurt someone today
I made them tremble and cry
I hung my head to pray
For my forgiveness to be nigh

I wasn't sure what I did
It was all right at the time
It's so vivid in my head
Yet...

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A cobwebby, antiquated and
moldy. Folded pages marked by
dried tears and pressed flower
from an unforgettable love from
former sweetheart.

A classical romance, aged and
lovingly kept in between the 
layers and pages, with yellowish 
color from pressed flower. A...

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That night in the fields
As the moon hung low
Its light among the darkened grass
The wind blew cool
Playing with the stars as they shone
And there
In the midsts of their twinkles
I saw your face
Your love breaking the...

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My innocence
Sometimes
Turns me to stone
When in the wanted
Comfort of your crying eyes

I have longed to see your heart
Turn itself inside out
To see it all disjointed
Like a new born
A jigsaw for my trying

I wanted this
Yet in...

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There was a flood in my backyard;
it outlined my land in dirt shades of florescence.
Coming out of the pond, like some creature of eau,
it ate up the grass and spit out limp coral;
frogs swam upscale,...

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