Long Reckonings Poems

"Fata Morgana" 

feet hardly touch the ocean
when silent stars of no voice
transmit words to pay the ferryman
on the water no reflection 

gently the sun waves smiling as if to say
feel that, the warmth of waking...

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I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration
Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete,
A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide
Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with...

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In the workshop of my waking hours,
I am the maker of my own day,
Crafting moments with a DIY attitude,
Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound.

At 6 AM, I pick up my tools,
Coffee grounds and ambition,
Mixing the...

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BY THE BAY

A beach vagabond am I,
Lost amongst the foam and spray,
Enchantments careless cast away,
Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child,
Of the free spirited, enlightened ones.
Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth,
Beyond the reach of the...

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Does it not shimmer to the shine, the steel blade
Of dead reckonings ultimate design, cold is
Its fine edged point, a slicing masterpiece,
Of revolutionary engineering, behold deaths
Chopping silver anvil, the guillotine!
Polished by rags dipped crimson blood,
Washed...

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It’s often hard to hide,
The awful pain caused by pride.

So many times we allow ourselves to be fed, 
By boisterous thoughts that causes swelling in our head.

For then is when we need to get humble...

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And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither...

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The evening is set out before me

   on the threshold of night,

   the hazy lights teeming

   and glazed, webby-cold ----

   bright with a white-haired curiosity;

What good honesty...

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'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of...

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Allow me, this day, 
to become the catalyst 
of my own awakenings…
For I hold within myself
the light of dawns reckonings

Bare floor’s creaking
with the splinters of the past
Some things never change
Some things never last

Allow me, this...

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Been through lots of places,
Seen alot of smiles on faces,
Interacted with people in dances,
But no one has healed my bruises,
They only give me fake promises.

Been searching for happiness,
Tried getting rid of my sadness,
By offering people...

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A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.

A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.

Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would...

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