Long Self absorption Poems

THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand here longing to slip underneath your decades of cold-rolled steel...

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Attitude with latitude

originally written January 19th, 2019
and tension defines the dynamic

Valiant prince sip pulled effort
rebuffed, snubbed, thumbed
courtesy eldest daughter
uncontested vainglorious woke
mine genuine apology,
viz sincerely yours truly
psyche asper paternal overture
toward aforementioned offspring
smitten with opprobrium
figuratively smacked upside...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude for help
for human nature's lavish...

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God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God

God's...

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My long-winding EcoTherapist began:

Dialectic Behavioral Therapy sees Stimulus/Response
both forward and backward in time,
to look for thoughts and feeling tipping points
toward more harmonic confluence,
resonant and requisite proportional behaviors
and imaginings
of what may be justly and non-violently discerned
for...

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So full of empty between the ears;
void breeze reasoning,
zero thoughts a-blowing

Banished to the barren cornfields,
multi-grain years of accumulated wisdom
bear no pleasant, golden-age yield

Black sky intellectual famine
was lost cause shuttered-in, 
by a blight of self-centered locust...

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Depression

There are many thoughts that envelope your inner voice
There are many scenarios that do and do not give you a choice
There are many fears that grip your heart and very soul
There are many changes that...

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No Matter Papa Repents...

Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks...
every bone in mine entire body

suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping...

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The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels

Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards

Puts herself...

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For all of this apparent tragedy in her life, and truly it all only set the stage for my
mother’s soul growth in this experience, what I remember most about my mom is her courage, her...

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Tongues stall kind words to say -
planes with wheels on a waterway-
A relentless chase of light bulbs above wondering 
minds and breaking the switch everytime
it's caught. In something. 
Mercy, grief, fires within 
choke on smoke forsaking 
hallucinations that...

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Soul in Anguish, 
Soul in torment,
Soul in delirium, 
Soul in pain,
Soul in ecstasy, 
Soul in anxiety, 
Soul in frustration, 
Soul in disdain.

Soul in passion,
Soul in laughter,
Soul in death and 
Soul in life.
Soul in penitence,
Soul in...

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If cleanliness
thrives next to godliness,
could wealthy White Houses,
slick and in their capital-sucking groove,
survive when paired with homelessness?

This question presupposes
perhaps a radical view
that divine powers are more homeless
than secured behind military-industrialized,
greed capitalized,
plutocratic White Houses.

Is your god's...

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The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the...

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We have brought this upon ourselves:
This virus, this egregore:
This cult of individuality.

	Our right to die and bring others with us!
Truly an inversion of full potentiality:
	Others live so we may make right.
The Sun shines on all,...

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Upon me, midnight has set in.
I'm so tired of this path, ever 
leading, despair being engulfed.
All I give, all unrequited , 
Loneliness I live.
Within myself, the coming on
Of confusion, ever present.
Hours at the twilight, 
On...

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A lone wolf, I prowl at night, feeding on other’s fears, glorying in my self-absorption.  Choose myself over others.
Honor my primal needs. Drumming and stomping. Snarling and baring.

My primal howl is wanting out. I...

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Unlike the Beatles’ Strawberry Fields Forever
that is not forgotten and been listened to
since it was recorded, the field of forever
seems to be just standing there, forgotten.

The field of forever that has the seeds of humility,
like...

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"And I rejoiced in being what I was:
In the lilac change, the white reptilian calm,
In the bird beyond the bough, the single one,
With all the air to greet him as he flew..."
From:  "The Rose",...

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The mental frames of the past were empty,
as were all thoughts of any permanence
Feelings of substance crushed into nothingness 
by the grind of time
Aimless wandering had become the routine,
faces moving by, in and out of...

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To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream

Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me

Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness...

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From a realm of self-absorption, quite exclusive
The reason for this feeling inside me was illusive.
Unconsciously putting his welfare before my own.
I am realising this fondness for him has grown.

Is love the course I felt like...

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America heard you singing, Walt, 
And stopped to listen. That's our fault. 
Now our "poets" ever since 
Have written stuff that makes one wince. 

They say you've been our nation's bard; 
We should have been...

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Survived by the whore,
which he fornicated with
several times
prior to his divorce.
Special thanks 
to the bikers at the bar
where a large sweet tea
gets you unlimited trips to the free buffet.
I'm sure they knew
the whore well too.

His...

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ILLUSIONS
the largely
forgotten
 chaos
of moving

 creativity
   proclaimed
  the sporadic
 in
a series

an innocuous
free spirit
voiced
 lively
 with vitality
in
 intuitive
concepts

icons
of essence
in a
fantasy fusion
  dream
symbol

 self absorption
in
shadow shaped
  modish moods
 intercut
montages
 with
 repeated
 glimpses
irrepressible
 & ageless


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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