Long Obscurities Poems

Race-Ism

What makes one man or woman better than another?
Should we think differently of those who adapted
to another environment and adapted another color?

If our differences are only skin deep as a tone
why do we unto our...

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Habit is Heaven's tame redress:
it tugs down the skirts of Happiness.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Till, conquered by gusts of cold air,
as Winter approaches, I find,
on a branch that is otherwise bare,
trembling, a leaf...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of...

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I've made myself a phantom, keeping critical things from you,
          (and perhaps, in truth, more), for the sake of others ... others who
   ...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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A friend of a friend introduced me to a Hypnotist,
asking me as astrological medium, if I can in a dream assist.
The timing would be of importance and must be genuine,
a Mars and Moon in Pisces...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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As the sky weeps 
in periwinkle petals of 
multicolored roses,
rinsed in lemons, and lavender,
the poet within me 
releases a bougainvillea 
bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, 
swaying to the celestial duet
orchestrated by 
the angel of raindrops,
adorned in...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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Love becomes a mix of four obscurities:
Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities
Human beings are guided by a false sense of infatuation
But it is biology that guides human beings, in a process of frustration
Love...

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with...

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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never...

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Another glass
November 18, 2012 at 12:57am

Sitting alone, thinking within.
 
There is nothing left to say, so let me begin.
 
Truthfully started before my soul departed.
 
Upon the unknown, just where I restarted.
 
I become the...

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Remember when I was small
Never had to worry bout anything
Every morning when I awake
Had breakfast and start playing

Playing cricket and football
Going in the bush for guava
And the garden with my father
Planting dasheen and cassava

But time...

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Imagination of my heart, be still
Is it not true that thoughts define our world?
And bring to light obscurities that thrill.

For in the mind, new ideas are unfurled.
Genesis, like Einstein’s Relativity,
Embrace complex concepts still swirled.

Religious beliefs...

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[ Form - Rap ]

( "Love's Survival" is a paucity. The proper dress is ice-skates and blind-folds. - © 1998 - R.W. )


what to do about Plato of late
the Greeks convinced

and about Pluto
lost planet status

he-haw...

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by Michaelw1two

 What colour, does one think a soul,
 its fire our lives do need;
 purpose of it questionable,
 perhaps flesh, is shell for it's seed;
 determines in scope our natures',
 upon it human bodies...

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Agonizing over never ending foolish
And selfish inner struggles
Tick… tock, tick…tock!
Fighting the urges that want to keep me from staring…
Staring upon the mundane crucial clock

The countless dragging out of amending antiquated notions
Marching on one by one
To...

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The receptive force and reflecting availability,
regardless of how one try to conceal it altogether.
Visible forms that nature holds in eloquence,
applicable circumstance and its reference.
Perception and darker musing values testament,
when the darker hour speaks of decadent.
Oh...

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Suicidal Summits are instantaneous interventions - Knowledge of others with your own
disposition.
But I binge in lust, it dominates my blood - And lust becomes my lonesome love ....
And love becomes my lonesome lust.
The magic assistance...

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There is a little perfection
in seeing that one person
that understands how you feel,
walking down the hallways,
with your eyes glued to the floor
because, when you look up, 
the only thing people can see 
is the obscurities...

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A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,

A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to...

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Moon goddess came to visit the forest last night
Riding on chariots driven by the velvet monkeys
Guarded by hornets and the armies of wasps
Beleaguered in obscurities by Obtaka the magician.

   A maker of charms...

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