Long Ritually Poems

Dumbfounded in the raw,
nerves in neon.
Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation-
Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21.
Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night.
As they are ritually...

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God's Daughter 

When she was and infant she rarely cried 
She couldn't speak but she often tried
She had a smile that resembled her mother's
Intelligent eyes like her fathers who loved her
Her angelic hair, warm like...

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Just?
 look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best.
You have much to celebrate.
Celebrate diversity, the joy of
sex in the city. 
Make it, 
YOU, at your behest,
the center of your Universe. 
Where only...

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As the darkness reaching out for the darkness, 
her black scalpel eyes met mine across 
the crushing divide of a revelling throng. 
The amateur axe band strangled a bargain basement 
hard rock song, born of...

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A steel sky, wan and dull, littered
	With ragged clouds and
		bitter dregs of a world girding for
	Sleep
		But no rest
by day, draws a frame over grim roofs and vapid doorways.
Indolent breezes rustle debris past shuffling feet of
	Staggering...

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Here I stand, a little over two-thousand years later!
There worlds are not the same, coming from the creator
One ritually set to hold fast.
The other has forgotten about the laws of the past.
I look about entranced...

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Stubbed my toe

Here I stand a little over two-thousand years later.
The worlds are not the same, coming from the creator.
One ritually set to hold fast,
the other has forgotten the laws of the past.

I look about...

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Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism

me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier

United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery,...

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I've said it before. I'll say it again.
You don't have to be what you've always been.
There's always the choice to break all your chains
Or give in to fear, in bondage remain.
So many will live content...

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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation

Full throated birdsongs from summer...

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A fairytale, commercial.
Raining onto minds window sill
An unfathomable deep.
Abominable monster on Life's seven seas.

 Dreams, the valuable current sea.
A two edged sword for those sailing on the razors edge.
Balancing on it's journey.

They can bring us...

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22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into a drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the...

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In the depth of the shadow that stretches when words are made sense of and then cast aside,
Silence dresses over our dreams, ethereal strands subtly strung and pierced through,
Desire boils and yearns to be noticed,...

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You sense the presence but cannot see it yet, 
  not hear footfalls squeak on the hardwood floor; 
the flesh-crawling aura of an unclean spirit 
  squeals the rusted hinges of the creaking...

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Mud month: Salmonath.  Kale month.
Named for Februa, the Roman purification
festival, when people were ritually washed.
Some years, February is the coldest month;
Most years, only the second coldest. 
Always, it is the shortest month, 
even during...

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He’s a man of few words when he wants to be
And his silence can rival the Sphinx,
But be spins a good yarn during therapy
With his analyst pouring the drinks.
His obsession with fishing’s a mania,
Always dying...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 15

The Republic’s an headless Monster to let
Power mad individuals pay to rent head
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

The Administration cannot think nor beget
Must obey or its...

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the groom,
the sun, deified the time
and denied the dark its peak,
shimmering in his faded orange apparel
his eyes brilliantly blazing, brazen and bold
found a gazing spot
at the heart of the brown sea
and whispered with quivering lover's...

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I feel the Pain,

When babies are born, without mothers.
For my heart bleeds to loneliness.
When hospitals and clinics
Are now the headlines of abortions.
Why kill when you are able to prevent?

I feel the Pain,

When doctors and nurses,
Are...

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In the days of mystic Merlin and captivating Celtic lore
The Ancient Druids danced and exuberantly did explore
The Celtic Circles of cityscapes and festive furthermore

They gathered ritually round their sacred scenic stones
Like super Stonehenge sites of...

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When illumination turns into damnation
And tentative time is the internal enemy
Because those of us who do not fuss
Will begin to slowly sadly sanely see
And the rest of you who will askew
In decadent darkness will boldly...

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I see a seed of white colouration,
And pink pigmentation.
Manually easy to divide,
Not ritually difficult to provide.

I see the financially easy to handle,
A culturally accepted candle.
Announcer of a host’s good wishes,
Much more treasured than his dishes.

A...

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For years, I walked through my garden of excuses,
beautifully laid out, symmetrical and abundant.
The tapestry of seduction and deceit, fertile ground
for my field of illusions, with new growth ripening,
under the constant warmth of the gliding...

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Rays beam,
the room brightens instantly. 
You stand there as you do every morning, 
ritually yawning, 
stretching...
Everything seems fine but you feel different, 
more aggressive, 
confident, 
fluorescent. 

No work today, 
you feel the urge to explore...

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ESSAY ON DRUMS

The drum sounds slowly its cadence
the beat, beat, beat marks a march
and through the air reverberates.

The tramp of a company at quick time,
arms pumping with machine precision,
a rigid jerky movement of elbows.

The thump...

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