Long Muting Poems

a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her eyes
light continued to seep out

Her brilliance, competed with the sun...

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Any face of before was there suppressed;
Two and no one the sinner’s wicked face
Was looking; and such way slow pace progressed.

As the green lizard when so strong lambastes
The heat wave of day, then changing the...

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It is a longterm scientific revolution:

THAT, despite visual perceptions
to the contrary,
Earth revolves around our light
and heat SunSource,

And not the other way,
Sun daily rounding Earth,
abounds all our sensory assumptions
to this EarthBound space in UniversalTime.

THAT our home...

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"All the Pretty Words"



All the pretty words
blooming like summer jonquils
fade from the velvet fresh green tongues
and rich fecund tussled beds 
of poets and minstrels
strumming hearts with 
fingers that waltz over keys
plucking tangos from dreams of
sensitive...

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I listen because Sound is not dead, but living.

I listen because I hear life through a variety of sounds. Sounds shout, cry, sing, soothe, provoke, and sometimes even pause. 

I don’t listen when sound is...

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October is Dancing 
she is a trap of joy for a mark
to those tunes tapping on line
stepping out in her black
before the white for a remark
for the dance shoes redefine
the effect of all the months...

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I love the bright and festive colors of Christmas…of every holiday…
but I’m also aware of how they contrast against a backdrop painted gray. 

I was raised in the Catholic religion…where I was taught the difference...

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I will not hold your golden trophy high above MY head
Or wear your name engraved with cheap polyester thread
I’m so sorry you can’t decide what to wear today,
Will it be the Christian Dior or the...

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The bra strap drops,

it clings to my shoulder.

Each inhalation makes the fabric vibrate. 

My hair drips water on my chest.

It penetrates the skin and within.

Me sitting on the edge of the bath tub, 

pondering, 

wondering,...

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she stood on an empty bucket with a tight noose around her neck

when doubts crept in through a hole in the bottom of the rusty vat

naked she was twisted torn with defeat tattooed into a...

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I am alone filled with the pain of love. My mind replays every moment with you as 
bittersweet words echo in my ears.  My chest tightens, and my throat narrows.  I choke 
back...

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I began my walk in silence this morning…save for the muffled barking of a dog…as overnight the clouds descended and cloaked the Earth in fog.

It’s on cool mornings such as this…with the fog muting all...

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You fell from my nightmare that keeps unfolding in the dark
Carrying my dead body on your back
And offering cheaply all that you are
You bought them all
Your mask won't stop me from noticing your crime
Next time...

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Mother England surrogated me
And O her white breast was sweet
Honey on my tongue muting misery
While banana trash tied my feet

She stripped me naked in her bed
No culture clothe me from winter’s cold
Her language like a...

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This world inside
filled with dalai lamas
composed of double layers,
light spirit rivers of nutrition
discerning dark flowing soul Source.

This world outside
vibrations of octave spectral light,
echoing morphology
ecosystems of desperate joy
and all primal elements between
betwixt
among
within
without soul vibrations echoing ecoconscious,
Earth's...

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I won't need stitches without your kisses I'm not a crybaby like Shawn Mendes
I'm going to go to the club and form friendships
Meet beautiful girls and leave with many numbers
Forget writing a whole chapter, you're...

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The forest was so still and my heart calm.
The frogs in the pond croak welcoming in the morning air.
A fog sweet, wet, hazy-grey blankets us cloaking my spotted hide,
muting the mornings’ echo.

Though mother has left,...

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It’s you I see from the fluttering wings of the butterfly,
How your colours in it’s tireless flitting,
Could not steady itself,

It’s you I see, from the rapid wings of a dragonfly,
Transparency lost in a blur of...

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Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.

Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The...

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Dolphins and unicorns
Butterflies and rainbows
These are underlying
But not all there is to know
While facing trials and sorrow
Taking good with bad I guess
With every thought and feeling
That I’ve chosen to express
Although I see the silver
That outlines...

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Do you hear it? Do you hear the nothingness
Not a single word, not one solitary word at all
So that a teardrop sobs in the void of emptiness
Dogwood leaves scream as they plummet and fall

Did you...

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YOU'RE ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN
I'VE NEVER BEEN GIVEN THE CHANCE TO BE INDEPENDENT
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOUR CREATION...LIKE A PUPPET
YOU FORCED ME TO LEAN ON YOU
DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL
HAVING SO MUCH CONTROL
DO YOU FEEL BETTER...

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Aimlessly wander veiled memories of yore
Each passing cloud subtly brings to fore
Recalling regrets, where laments agonize,
Thinking of you, searching forsaken skies,
Muting spent emotions of anguished eyes.

O how we rejoiced in blissful sunny days
When dawns arose...

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Hanging upon high
Past the midnight solstice
The moon stands guard
An unwavering sentry
Against the feral skyline
And crimson Marsala roses
Cloistered as funerary offerings
Flouting at the surrogate dawn

Heavy thunder claps
Echoing ubiquitously
Off the archaic Swamp Oaks
Rattling the houses ire
Down to...

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The Wizard of Oz....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"But he is not really a wizard," she said

"Standing behind this curtain

That he has drawn...."

The lyrics of a song

Drifting through the air

The Goo Goo Dolls....'Broadway'

"See the young man sitting

At the old man's...

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