Long Remastered Poems

Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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“How to Become 1”

the great resignation
calls dreams forth
when God knows
who we truly are

what we are

all worth 
out in the open 
without our lies 
and finery 

when titles 
no longer
justify existence
no longer matter 

the purpose of...

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Paris then was a place
Where new ideas were
Brewing in the intellectual 
And art communities
And new ones were
Emerging everyday
Some brilliant some not 
Time will make it clear 
What is what
But then it was an exciting
Paris of...

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Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood

Panther and snow leopard duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes...

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Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
		             on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went...

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{EXTRA PRODUCTIONS}

Dedicated predestination escapades 
Celestial especially preresequites
Difiniti extro-skeletons mini+thins
Cherry skoal impeding doom death throes
Throwing caution to the wind Jethro JJ escalations
Remastered Reproductions Catasphore' Confuscious Anthropology
Follow suit swedish clocks Air Force Girlfriends ass is yummy 
Catch...

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"Blue Silks" 

Love let it slide 
chicanery unchained
truth always finds a way

blue silks
pinned to a wall
swapping hate 

for love writes 
appalled 

footprints like tears 
spill across empty pages
in unforgiving ribbons

like blackbirds singing 
in the dead...

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Amazon mist  and rainy mornings green as the day God made them 
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light 
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest...

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I been running away,  trying to escape
  No matter what dimension I picked
  The truth would hunt its prey
  I love all with all I got but sport no halo

 Because...

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Locked firm in place in desolate space so devoid of grace
Sire, looked grim, he was gone without a trace
Earth glistens from heaven's view so high
Like a blue sapphire it shines to open portals when we...

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"The Padded Soft Cell" 

Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections 
pooling through

the inmates 
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals

Anti-clockwise, 
I told them to change channels
when words...

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Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns,
pretending not to notice or to care;
while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn
and ashes of our Banner fill the air.
The few, with vacant visage cry the creeds
~march on with signs...

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My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note

I bend within the moment,
new feelings reach for hope

A eulogy remastered,
the fire that he fed

The Mojo dancing with the Muse,
Marine Band his to wed

My words...

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We enter the studio of life with a portion of our album already recorded. Some of the songs we inherit leave us distorted. A number of tunes could have been woven together through a history...

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NO RESERVATIONS!

          20th Anniversary Edition

          THE LANDMARK ALBUM 
       REMASTERED AND...

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