Long Rasping Poems

Enthralled by each panel, a world in my grasp,
Comic books whisked me beyond time's clasp.
Starlight's soft shimmer, on planets unknown,
Myths spun with heroes, on quests all their own.

With villains I tangled, with champions I soared,
Their...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die...

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Stranger ; the slight neglect 
of conversation has passed 
	as Tempest. 
& the Desert is silent , and pure 
For nothing thou will find but bones and dust.
	Nor will a Lover be 
	by Reason then,...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die...

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Chapter 12d (The Fireflower cont.)

As they held their breath and waited 
For a flame to catch the fire flowers 
Finally a smoky ribbon
Drifted upwards from the petals
 
Gradually the flowers smouldered
And a filmy smoke ascended
With an aromatic odour
As...

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Once i was a prince in your eyes my every wish granted
        even before I could wish it
eevaa peerankal muuvaa maruntu
the hot kuul boiling complaining in the chessman...

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With feet rooted into the bones of the Earth,
the old man squatted on his heels and began his work.
He lifted his saw and placed it on top of a block of hardwood.
And then he began...

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(If I could spit venom, this paper would hiss.)

I cant sleep,
it's dark and i can feel your memory biting
my eyes are sore with the persistence of it
weeping, rasping, clawing, grasping at my spine
(still too apathetic...

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The first sensation that he felt
was a wall of real, searing pain,
that lasted an eternity,
until it was etched in his brain.

All around him was blue fire,
raining blades and forests of whips,
the air was caustic miasma,
each...

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The inanimate object floated tentatively towards me,
Red in colour and form, it spoke to me in silence,
I knew then it had made me special,
Tugged it did in the clear warm air, the string that held...

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"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an interlude of peace.

My poetic mind riots consumed by rhymes, 
savaging...

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When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.

But wolves, when out shopping,
Are not...

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Now for the final act,
I go over to the broad
      lying on the floor
                ...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has...

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I feel so strange these days
Hollow
Disembowelled
As if the core of me had been ripped out by invisible hands
And scattered to the wind like desert dust
I am like a ghost
I drift – wraith-like – through the...

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A glorious sunset in an opening
Never before seen.  Miles from nowhere.
Dimming iridescent sunset.
The forest shines light to the East
Eyes can't adjust to the shadows of the West.
The light of the day led to this...

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Cold North wind, in the dark of night
Blowing through me, leaving its chill in my bones.
Walk with me for a while, open up your heart.
Stroll with me down these night shaded streets,
These empty sidewalks; rasping...

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Night time rituals, that little space of time,
Cathartic relief, along with sweat and grime,
Tribulations of the day wash away, too,
Pool down the sink hole, tomorrow starts brand new.

Night time rituals, bring with them repose:
Weary souls...

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Days gone. Cells of new, a way of dying. Further on, I’ll die again. I’ll die again.
Breath of sigh, warm and moist. I’ll feel my feet stepping 
       ...

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Running as fast as I can
heart pounding
I can feel his wings beating
by the wind swirling around me
my lynx instincts are alive
as I try to escape this hungry bird
but I’m no match for his cunning
speed or...

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The whhhhiind wound it’s wicked way through the snarl of  broken skeleton like branches. In what was left of the dredges of dusky light it tore past the ancient rotting knot holes  protruding...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run their courses
As ancient rivers carve their way
Through stone barriers 

Tears...

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Santa Cruz

it was deep and blue-green and you could 
see the sandy bottom where mako sharks circled
the boat, waiting for scraps, a habit they'd 
learnt from the tour boats 

that's when I heard the sound...

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The UN Rides on Human Skeletons
                             ...

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Hush and harken to the stillness,
Do not disturb the spirits
Lying in their stale graves, 
Overgrown with vines, 
Reading and re-reading their epitaphs
With begrudged faces
Contorted as if they were trying
With difficulty to understand 
Why all those...

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