Long Motility Poems

From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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You were my mind's cocoon ...

Oh, at first I ran, multi-legged, from the intensity of your intent,
  the fear of a love, transforming ... the weight of a passion profound.
    But...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours elapse
     before that eureka i.e. Jackie...

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nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a...

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Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia

impossible to describe listlessness
     bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
     seizes motility temporarily

     to stave off...

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Sometimes for fun men worship a gun
To shoot a recruit, to vanquish a victim
Whose only fault lies in a bun
The poor nibble in a starving team
 
Barrels and muzzles dominate
In thoughts, actions, deeds and priorities
Held...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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The soles of his feet were gnarled, cracked, calloused shreds of flesh
But tough in their stance as he sauntered and shuffled
On two broken knees that never mended, clicking but muffled
Walking like a misplaced puppet on...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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Canines of cold bite down hard

Frigid daggers pierce the bones with reality
Pack ice, pregnant with the dynamism of glacial creep
Screaming and retching as it births its icy progeny to the Southern Ocean
Relentless gales turning billows...

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The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can’t fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need

In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness...

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Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to whom poverty seems dour
In contexts where ostentatious display of wealth...

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Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian

Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?

Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake...

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It is not surprising to say the least
That I love the aroma of your smile
The beauty and the shadow of your face
The manner you touch me in style
The exquisite diction of your tongue
The melodious tone...

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Hush, hush ...
late-night reality peepers
Roll the eyeballs, but don’t you dare gossip talk
Blush, blush ... 
keyhole camcorder creepers
NDA motility disability got publicity legs that walk
Nude
Discreet
Activity
Keep it on the hush, hush ... 
spin the cash credits...

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Remember me
Remember me, I'll remember you, 
When life loses motility
Whilst stormy winds screech, disturbing peace
Across lakes of tranquility.

Reach out for me and I'll take your hand 
When you’ve lost the will or the way
I am...

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Etched across unyielding flesh
One red line
Crimson tears wept
Upon linen fresh

Flitting steel
Lay two red lines
Side by side
Odious reminders of hope denied

Chaotic confusion hidden behind
Penniless pronouns
He, she, him or her
Artless words held by Cruelty's Captor

Three red lines
Blood...

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