Long Myst Poems

"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the flow, always arrive 
before words, they are cast 

in the...

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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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               In the glade of sallowed comparisons
           as told by the...

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Only if you knew that you live like a God in a place my heart has found you fit to rule
only if you knew that I would be the opposite of what God would cal...

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“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and...

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(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column...

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GOODMORNING TO MYSELF AND TO MYSELF I SAY
"HOW ARE YOU DOING?" I ANSWER"OK"
YOU IS I AND I IS YOU WE IS US WHOEVER KNEW?
OPERATE WITH NO LISCENSE ON HER KNEES SHE BEGS VIRGIN AT HEART...

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Little dish of a thing tiny and humble,
standing tall at the heart of them all,
hose in hand a quiet thing. Said hi to me.
Right there at the beat of the Dark Tower
and I knew before...

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I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an...

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thats the stuff that makes me pist, speak with my fist, caught in a myst of blind fury,

always blury, cant see straight, call it fate or a date with the devil, you put me on...

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A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a...

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"Christmas"

I’ll stay with you 
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond

a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow

while the gryphons
try to work out 
which side their
mind and body is on

12...

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Maid of the Myst

I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue

He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls

Spectacular was the news
Young girl with...

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~A Pyramid has 5 faces, 8 lines, 5 points

- - - - - - - - - - - - -
~The foundation is always Our Earth~

"...vous basculez mon monde, mon amour..."
~And from there, we grow...

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I, am a single drop of blood 
                 that swoons to your eye.
      ...

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They say dragons don't exist
Maybe the way they fly kept them in the Myst,

Dragon's are very much mystical creatures
They are all so different with many deep features,

Years ago I believe that dragons really were on...

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Upon the dawning of each day 
Everything is black and grey
The darkness fills the space around him
Somehow the demons won't let him be
Just upon the time for him to change
They come for his life to...

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Man has to many problems,  you see
How can he solve them, he's all be
Forever and a day, struggling trying ... no way
Can he hope to survive, although he tries

Man he us
Man is
He's s up...

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Across the pale lit sky
A blanket of stars did shine
Across the barren lands
A mighty myst did rise

A shadow was cast upon the both
Which made an eerie sight
And casted all event in mystery
And I left everything...

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Many eyes saw me pass, as I rode by
My reasons have fallen, like a brick house with nobody inside
Myself, I am nothing, a mere echoing of You
Yet I insist tis’ our first meeting and that...

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a blacks cats tale
Slinking...
Down dark Alleyways...
Black cats hunt.
A full moon glows pale..
And races with the wind.
As clouds drift by.
A cackling call of laughter is heard...
Breaking the night.
jack O' Lanterns burn Bright.
Swaying in the shifting winds.
Around...

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Creaks and crawls....

   the forest speaks its tongue again....

   my wood is sometimes dark and dull,

   Drear, is some shadows near....


There is myst in the night,

   my...

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Wandering aimlessly in this abyss
Lost among the swirling myst

Twists and turns keep my time
No thought or rhythm to my rhyme

Where one is over the other begins
Has it started or has it reached it's end

The clock...

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Hy-Brasil

Out a’high in lashin’ waves 
a’crashin’ anger’d sea

b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia
where mists a’shadow’d, lowly 

o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil
tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore

fear’d sailors away lest they would set
o’er realms o’Gods who saw

o’ bare foot...

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