Long Self worship Poems

When I was sixteen
I wanted Robert Kennedy's life,
although I didn't know about his time squandered
in staffing McCarthyism's
Make America as Grotesque as Possible campaign,

Which would have given me pause
in that comparatively naive age
of green longing for...

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You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you...

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“Let your light shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father
in heaven”

There is an eternal sight that lights the lives of men,
She is wondrous, full of rage and fury.
And...

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I am respected.
That's his explanation, his excuse and his reasoning.
He sits on a throne of these women he has claimed. 
Tools of his self worship, he stacked them tall in his castle.
A tribute to his...

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Voltaire lived in the early 1700’s…he was born in Paris, France….
His words still have meaning today…if we’d give them half a chance.

If we had the opportunity…to talk to the famous Voltaire
I imagine the first word...

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Earth feels undone.
Not only incomplete,
but now unraveling,

Undead
but not resurrecting,
not fully alive,
not healthy enough
to listen for sacred survive
whispers, ReWind
ReGenerate
ReConnect

What Gaia has joined
ego-centers within ecosystems
must not secularize
disconnect natural analogical likenesses
inviting spiritual 
metaphoric 
profound illuminations

Of
and for
complex empowerment,
full living...

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Pavement cafe, nine fifteen cradling a coffee (as you do)
from my left the china doll with clicking heels strode into view.
Tempting lips kissy-kissed with crimson, cheeks caressed
with  blush, and poreless,
painful teasing made those scimitars...

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My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove


  That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
  Eating...

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On social media and TV,
in papers that we buy,
bodies well honed and muscles toned,
the gorgeous greet our eyes.
Through pouting lips in selfies,
tousled hair and perfect tans,
parading in some foreign place
for legions of their fans.
To all...

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Oh, my soul,
Why do you always go to pluck that fruit?
Why do you always judge on good and evil?
Why do you always appeal to the intellect?
Why do you always please the senses?
Why are you so...

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Burning the scriptures of truth
Gaining control of the vast lands
Leaders spreading their demonic sickness
Love ones impaled by the spears of ignorant soldiers
Happiness becoming just another thing of the past
Dominators purge the flesh of lifers
Confining foolish...

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Have I been summons to your presence , only to be sacrificed.
In the coldness of your breath..i will be put to a icy cold death.
With one word, I exist or not.
It is only you whom...

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Rejoicing tongues taste a tripled fortnight of psalms.
Parched throats anointed with vintage myrrh
commemorate a solemn departure.
Hands reflecting no piercings -
Feet devoid of spiked reverence and divinity
expire within the jackal’s private Calvary;
a dark abyss strangled with...

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Confessional truth 
is not my aggressive ego,
it is my fault. 
The resolution of my conflicts with time,
the smell of the broken limbs,
my head in hoisted fever,
my eyes searching for a cloud.

The ultimate otherness,
of an idea...

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