Long Occlusion Poems

It happens every two point- five years so make sure you are there. Pack some stuff and put in the land rover and meet me at the desert in California. 

We will have barbecue on...

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Slide for a second
I know it was tough for you
But see it through my eyes
You had alcohol to ease the pain
I had confusion of the ways of the world
And the terror of this is the...

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wobbling
    anecdotal
         narrative
             conspicuously
        ...

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Music of My Soul 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.

The sounds of...

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Earlier in the month but lately begun, 
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries 
Of most alabastrine snow, and that...

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Intoxicated Rondeau

Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality
Never hidden in punchy illusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.

Stronghold built on the perfect harmony suffusion 
Of love’s author –...

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O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.

The distance that...

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I am  so enthralled by a verse
an impressive and virile style conquered
quenching one’s thirst seems hardly emerge
however; all songs, stories and ideas being shared
are gems and have secrets unparalleled when compared

some of the lines...

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A needle in the hay
lost in your prime
seduced by the streets
by a promise, sublime
pulsating ignorance
strung out in despair
a poetic life gone
struck down in his lair
did you know how far
you walked all alone?
calling out to the...

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Carnal atrophy of the spirit is sin
like fallen limbs from winter needing glean
and yet still reaching upward for redeem,
subservient, still rebounding for esteem!

The will of man's invention starts the ream
pursuing some ideal beyond review,
yet all...

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Carnal atrophy of the spirit is sin
like fallen limbs from winter needing glean
and yet still reaching upward for redeem
subservient, still rebounding for esteem!

The will of man's invention starts the ream
pursuing some ideal beyond review,
yet all...

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First look, glasses as my eyes glance
From left to right I begin to read
Much as if I were in a trance
My education faulted for this deed

Second look with randomness I search
Looking for a pattern, no...

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Tortured heart falls in pieces to the floor
of a broken home. Fear hides; the hollow 
chest caves like walls in wake of terror. Doors
slam; screams lunge, strangled in silence. Swallow
the pill of deceit 'til numbness...

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"I have a dream, a song to sing"
About an earth seen from up in space
Like an Agate marble swirling green
How much longer will that be the case
When the broad picture viewed be defaced

"I have a...

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Worn words of a poet
are fragile pieces of a puzzle 
misaligned, and tumbling onto the page
while their meanings awaken the senses
like curious, lost children
hiding, in noisy confusion
who have been separated at birth
yet have always continued...

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Scribbled words hastily written are hard to decipher
were found in a folder attached to an important document,
it wouldn't ever been brought to light and know flair...   
hadn't I not searched for an old...

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What A Clot Am I
I sit there just waiting, waiting my turn to move
You’ll never know where I’ll strike; I am on a mission, myself to prove
No one knows where I’ll strike, but Doppler* tries...

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Is time the greatest illusion 
           I’m not waiting around to see 
        Deja vu causes confusion 
...

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From the heart of a young man is love beyond his flesh
When he sees not with his eyes nor feels he his heart’s hard press
Past the dark stage of infatuation’s embolus
Beyond the occlusion of thought...

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Living is inconceivable to me
As everything I try to understand
Defies no matter what the theories grand
Conceiving is the possibility.
Consider somewhat rather than no thing
Impossible quagmire, a paradox.
Can nothing not be? Thus the mental shock!
Rancour riles...

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