Long Morpheus Poems

“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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"The White Lady of Skipsea"


Last night I dreamt 
I dreamed of you
a kind of dream 
within a dream

Diaphanous, 
my soul escaped, 
this firmament,
my immaculate heart
held hands, my fingers 
did entwine with 
handsome Morpheus

Crystal radiate
twin gossamer...

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“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost garden explored 
overturned and raked, 
neatly messed, 
in more ways...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with its swift
matter-of-factness 
logically guides the fingers 
to dance across keys...

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“In the time when the heart beat slows” 

In the time when 
the heart beat slows
I close my eyes 
and meet you there
that place of aether
the either or,
the conversation 
takes a turn,
all the trees holding
creatures...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden...

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Closer to the edge I walk
Closer to my mind I reach
Everything that has been foggy
Clears up In a blinding screech.

Am I worth something?
Will I be worth anything?

Why am I alive?
Why do I breathe?

I toe the...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself...

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“belles lettres” 

It’s a slow drifting
off, that moment 
before you dive 
into the dark

you surface 
to find a boat 
surrounded by 
shining pearls,

Styx, a mirror 
reflecting 
otherworldly stars
hypnotic, 

you trail
your long 
pale slender fingers 
in...

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"Two Worlds Split"



One world 
fell into unlit hues 
black swallows 
black dogs their consort
murderous their crows
black wings of darkest blue

dark knight,
their oceans
locked in 
another's,
lost eternally,
dark nighted

corralling 
the purple heart bruised,
deadly nightshades pierce
the shadows hiding
under the...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of...

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“Nightingale and Roses”

the heart burst open
like a canary cracks open its cage with a song
listening to the nightingale with roses
flying like a throatful soul escaping 
from somewhere deep within,
soaring out the cavern measureless to man,
that...

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Your image appears through a purple-hued haze of silence… 
weaving its whispered dreamy spell, while you re-connect the strings of my sleeping heart
You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in...

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He stared at the empty sheet in front of him. Everything had been said. Minstrel’s nightmare and it was only ten in the morning. Writer’s block. A poet arrested in void with nothing left to...

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snuggled up to the gentle fire
under the moon and stars 
he rests his head
and nestles into
a long lingering
swig of whiskey 
that drifts his mind
on the night breeze
like the billowy puff
slowly eclipsing
the moon 
a sparkling stream...

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What's not to love?
  What's not to marvel at?
   At the mauve lilac dusk?
    At the smiling crescent moon?
     Moon glowing up above?
  ...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was...

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"Smoke Signals"




Her wet lips
long slender fingers
flipped the lit cigarette
3 
seconds 
it glowed
inhaled deep, 
hard
and real slow
crushed under
Vermillion 
manolo blahnik 
killer, 
Capital K
long bare legs in
deadly brutal
stilletos

The taste wasn’t sweet
Her last kiss
tasted of Manuka
and violet scented
dom...

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My Eyes Opened
 The Sky Unfolded
 See the Physical Hell Hovering
 In the Spiritual War of Horus
 Im in the Body of Morpheus
 I see Spiritual Bodies of Corpses 
Burning in Torments
 I got a...

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"Puzzle Stomped"



Pieces scattered
placed on a table 
with boundaries 

between 
the incarcerated margins 
there are strict conditions

Time drips 
its wet connection
each piece a stair fitted 

imperfectly
perfect 
towards upwards 

new mirror reflection
a cracked heart piercing
the tear with...

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" Sci-Fi Bar Jokes & Riddles ... "

( 1 Tim. 1: 11)

(1.)
"Star Wars Bar ..."

A Jedi Knight and a Wookie, walk into a bar ...
The Jedi tells the bartender to keep the drinks coming.
Around dawn,...

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Let me tell you about Morpheus ...

Morpheus is a fictional Marvel character ...
          his real name Robert Markham ... he was once human
   ...

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I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast as a Roman Legion.

I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many...

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Writings moving through me with the Holy Spirit,
Inviting exquisite artistry like Hebrew so I write it automatically,
Transmitted and sent with rugged style of construed truth, 
To induce questions within the golden age of the awakening...

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