Long Scissored Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now...

despite entrenched familiar
obsessive compulsive disorder behavior
distracting me courtesy
countless what if scenarios,
particularly before undergoing
voluntary drastic makeover
as iterated in a previous poem,
and briefly recounted here
as foregoing Samson...

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These words are woven
With threads of tear
Laced in the needle of anguish.

In truth, I can tell of how it feels
To be pinched by piercing pain.

My soul is scissored
My heart, ripped apart
My mind refuse to mend.
And...

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scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts in flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid plan of...

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        Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
        Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
       ...

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I brooded and pondered upon the matter pensively
A revengeful delight as SATAN'S might burnt to embers 
While damning others lives, the vixen's tongue slithered smoothly   
Her FUTURE plans poisonously clouded our family 

Fire,...

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old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid hymn...

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Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores, 
then moving away. 
Search for eternity erases 
the designs. Birth 
and death cling together. 
I let go the passion, 
the deviation of fear. 
There cannot...

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Mauve sweetheart of mountains
your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars
amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage
and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mass grave,
scissored by shadow and scythed by sorrow.
Yet graves...

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Her dreams are scissored 
Her hopes are shattered 
She groans to a deaf world 
Her ears are swamped with words 
She's stuck with the  bed 
While her peers are paging through the future
She is...

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the languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way

drugs to wipe clean the scribbled slate of the mind


adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor

down on my luck    down...

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She scissored his skin between her teeth
His moan increasing as she increased the pressure
His fingers snaked her back
A shiver of want parkouring itself up her spine
His fingers entwined in the curls of her hair
He pulled...

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We harvested so many grapes each day,
Our hands and lips were purpled, stained
The shade of royalty:  kings gone away
To die with queens, till rust remained 
Of each tarnished throne and crumpled gown.
Inside her bed...

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