Long Rub out Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

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But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
                     ...

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Every room was different 
throughout the seasons 
as the rooms 
kept on changing 
from pink to yellow to orange 
the stairs different ethnic holidays 
a museum of everything that went on forever 
a maze offering...

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The steam slowly raises from inside my mug, wrapping itself around my pencil, eventually 
evaporating into the musty atmosphere.
As I open my sketchbook I imagine all the possibilities of a world inside my head, but...

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SILENCE OF THE LAMP

                              That day...

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we are human
on this earth, we are civilized animals

first world, second world, third world
we all are now on the queue of civilization

first and second world war
now in our remembrance;
grievance in our sensitive trance

yet we are...

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It’s two hours before dawn,
  and I’ve slept through the night

The rarest occurrence,
  but her footsteps come light

She let me sleep soundly,
  and she let me dream free

Before entering my bedroom
 ...

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One size does not fit all and the shoe horn stuck out

Tim shooed away foot prints ghosts and memories

When the clock struck midnight at the end of the year

Not much had differed when the fire...

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The cock of day crow over johncrow mountain
Sun come bright
Like Jane and Louise shine eye girl
And light
Just drop from heaven like ripe breadfruit
I pull the darkness from my eyes
And look and see only one thing...

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I

In that small moment dream takes
to fly from memory and become
the nagging image of forgetfulness
the muted clank of psyche's hold
I can turn too well in bed
and learn the pains of comfort.

II

Whenever these rivers of the...

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Chances in life, per say can be at an all time low...
The life ebbing onto our feet, fro' riptide's movements against and slow.

Haught the naught'd depression'd sweep...
Ne'er to be over our heads as a darkend...

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George Floyd
Name of the time
To remove the obnoxious word
"RACE, CASTE"
From the world dictionary of unkind,
From the scripture of beastly mind

Yes
George Floyd
Name of the rub out forever
The killer ism "RACISM, APARTHEID"

Distressful human forgets
The dangerous nCoV-19
There died...

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A politician's life is such a sham,
His every campaign speech is a scam.
He runs for office unleashing radical rants and raves,
Then votes the party line, so as not to make any waves.

And then there's the...

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Holier than thou 

Not giv’n to pray, they were grey monks
‘Mid the holy band, ole’ Father John
Who was a gansta and wanksta,
Held command with some merry wives
That were healed of un-upright-nesses
Of them was Johanna selle...

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In the midst of life's troubles
one feels lost among the fog
so many routes filter through
making conclusions like a daily log

One wants always to understand
thinking it's our right to know
but we can live without this fact
for...

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A house is a home when love is in place 
And children are singing songs of delight.
Laughter comes squealing with grins on each face.

Parents and children with wide eyes embrace.
New hopes and sweet dreams on...

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A pencil to write my own little story
An eraser to rub out the bad patches
Sketch the tits bits with love and care
Far and gone with my own lone soul
Live for myself each every moment
No complaints...

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I have come to be real-in-my-eyes,
eyes that only half see,
yet only the half blind may see themselves.

The fine hairs of apperception,
those metaphorical hat brims pulled low
over smiling eyes
hide nothing from deeper insights.

In the moment of...

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Comfortable spaces
Familiar places
So much effort 
Same old faces

So uninspired 

This way of living 
Kind of restrictive 
Barely giving
Repetitive going ons
To waste the day
Uncreative being this way

So uninspired 

Passions tamed
Subdued interest 
Going about it 
Lacking zest...

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I remember her eyes
as i broke her heart
i felt the blood stop moving through my body
my heart a pounding lion
seemed to flutter to a stop
time stood in audience
and the scene now still
plays continually in my...

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