Long Pneuma Poems

Regardless of the ever slow and piercing passage of more than two centuries, her sapphire eyes still remain encrusted in my memory, like precious gems on an ancient fallen crown.

Only fractures and scars remain of...

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The rooster crows
Heralding a new dawn
Yet sleep is beyond me
That basic human need has deserted me
Leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts
Contemplating, scheming
For what else can I do?
Reminiscing, remembering
What else is there for me?
Musing, pondering
How...

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Alone in this world
cruel masochistic world
treacherous, treasonous
My lone soul
Frightened, anxious
Fighting against evil
Demons, Fiends
Ghouls from the past and present
Mine aching heart
Bleeding, yearning
Missing my only love
A deep agonizing love

Let thy sword come
Unleash all thy curses
I will vanquish...

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Shadows on my walls are silent
Yet, wield stories; often violent
Because messages must be told
Within my self, my heart does hold
And the stories that were uttered
Hushed intrusive others
Surrounded by the shadowy figures
In silence, I mouthed their...

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"Baffling Ole sawol
immortal principle in man
my pneuma spirit connects,
and communicates with God
My soul betrayal is myself

My choice process mostly wrong
This is my sin, calling
Mine mind betrayal trust not myself
Lies to you, my soul, my breath
My...

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I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.

You were different, sexy, exquisite...

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DILAPIDATED GLOBE


A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.

At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.

Masses weep
Agony of the wretched...

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A sacred space, the spirit weak,
Death's angel, patient, waits;
The pneuma raspy, prospects bleak,
Yet hope anticipates.
From dust to dust, the cycle nears
One revolution round;
Despair ye not, for it is clear
That this is hallowed ground.

A mother and...

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In solitude I find silence, in silence I find my voice
In my voice there is song, in my song there is praise
My words near flawless, my ardent aria is Rejoice!

In pneuma I find solace, in...

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Up I lift your petite thews as your
            pneuma follows

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                'tiz
          mine   me
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Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity...

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