Long Sedating Poems

(A somnambulistic drama in four acts)

Actors:

Jean-Paul Marat; 
Charles Barbarou;
Charlotte Corday;
1st Philosopher;
2nd Philosopher;
The Commentator’s Voice.

Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; 
Marat sits at the other, some distance away.

1st Philosopher 

…or even worse:...

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The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of  angry widows steadily   grow bitter 
The bosoms of weeping mothers  open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our...

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question?

In this perfect world of hatred!
Why is it that some races compete Supremacy
 tensions rise is hotter than fire
Well within all of this
Have them in the idea there's good and bad in the world
In resolution...

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Idyllic reverie during break of day

May today bring unbridled bliss 
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night 
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state 
pervades thy...

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Breaking into abandoned psychiactric centers isn’t as fun as it seems. 
Oh, some nights have I had. 

I don’t feel too well. 

I just need to let everything pour out. To come out onto the...

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I can accept love 
I have time to learn
and earn

But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?

Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn

My adoration...

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Love is a Serial Killer


 One lazy Tuesday afternoon
I was walking towards my car,
When I noticed a man looking my way,
Staring at me from afar.

He walked to my side and said "hello."
“I think we're in...

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Buying corporate profit tickets
to this June's PRIDE event
does not feel therapeutic,
where once lived public trauma.

Another annual rite
of well-bred socialization
political masturbation
with no flavor of resistance
to white-washed Capitalism's greed,
to straight Patriarchalism's need
to rapaciously breed
to gluttonously feed
on humble...

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Intravenous therapy,
She's watching over me.
Grasping my hand,
She whispers, "please dear, count to ten."

Six... piercing paralysis,
Her hand cold as the air.
She lets go, leaving me there.
Alone, squirming, for just one prayer.

Yelling, and screaming.
Kicking, twisting, and questioning.
Nothing...

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Vary Who Will Carry

When weight around you want someone to carry,
They  will vary who up with  must have to marry;
So scurry,
In hurray;
Searched and found no one which was very scary.

Jim Horn

Trump Who Had...

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No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards a warm arm
With an appetite for the emptiness that promises no harm

No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional...

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Summer is ending, so begins fall
I am scared that the season will begin at all
Surrounded by people, and flinch at a call
Sit in a dark room with a chair at the wall
Should be outside with...

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You stand majestic, proud, glossy
Sometimes you boast graceful curves
That's when they call you Grand, or Baby Grand
To me, you're living and breathing
Full of emotion, comfort and understanding
My heart skips a beat when I see you!
When...

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A single tear swerved the curve of cheek
dragging mascara behind like sorrow lingers
and heavy breath exhales 
as if they cost too much
she scrawls out words with 
ferocity and intent
weaving their magic to strangle his hold
to...

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Remember the Sabbath
to keep it holy 
free of Shoulds.

A should-free cathedral
of intimate athleticism
romantic
exotic
ecstatic
euphoric
erotic

Exhausts this sabbath light
at long last
widely dawning deeply stronger
and resiliently handsome
dark as night

In virtuously enlightening response
to Saturnight's weekly exorcism
annihilating
exhausting
expiring

Yet another weekday week
weak slow-groan...

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TWINFLAMES 

Obsidian oscillated into lava
     slid across syntactic streams
        tumbled thick greenwood thickets 
          ...

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I felt a tear one day,
Craving to descend from its royal chair
Yet, the guards considered so unfair
For they are being to let go of someone close today

Slowly, their shadows began to fade
One by one they...

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Post Trauma

At night when midnight comes to call
I lie, afraid to go to sleep.
I know the terrors that will crawl
From the dream chest where I keep
The sounds, the smells, the sights that roam
The dark recesses...

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i would like to 
be a perfect one to
be a Katherine the Great to 

be     able to 
w  a t ch the screen as i type but i am n...

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The chorus, a cacophony, 
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I...

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Wings of a monarch butterfly 
erratically flapping against a breeze.
Slimy trail of a snail
leaving ground ooze below the knees.

Clear sky of night has a pristine cosmic
view beyond polluted industrial haze.
Highway clean and clear of litter
alongside...

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Are You A Stranger

Are You A Stranger
To the Savior and His love.
Is your soul in peril?
Do you need your Father above?
Are you lost in the wilderness—
Cannot find your way home?
Come now to the Father;
You have...

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By: Ckolwethu Mthethwa

For this poetry serves as my medication...
A Prescription I take so in my mind there can be a separation 
Between what's real and my overthought delusions
Best part Is I can never overdose on...

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There’s nothing left here
In my mind I disappear
I find it so clear
There’s nothing to fear
I find it so near
I’m hearing

Oceans are breathing
A symmetrical drawing
Clouds that are crawling
Mechanical hauling
Matter evolving
I’m caught in

Inside the skies
I’m away from...

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Tucked between bed sheets waiting
for a night of torturous cumber.
Eyes heavy from constant sedating
and heart resisting restful slumber.  

Truth lies beyond ardent reality
touching minds that yearn to grasp.
Holding on tight to false morality
is like...

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