Long Simplifying Poems

Switzerland,
part of my own historic root system,
has a Bill of Rights for vegetation,
protecting rights of intrinsic dignity
with concomitant human respect for their healthy and aesthetic purposes.
It is not OK to merely throw away 
without regard...

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"Another of my quantum features of simplifying a complexity by eliminating delusions and the typical brush off of facts because of ones inabilities to warrant an explanative worthy to stand on its properties, versus child...

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(It’s that vernal, infernal, tax season. How about a tax avoidance vignette? It’s poetic—in it’s own way)

Some students at a table near us in the dining hall were discussing America’s financial inequities. One guy was...

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I sing the praises of Sterilite

(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major...

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I am scrolling down hill,

folding the pills,

elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,

I am a song to be played-

earlier than you might say
in the day,

when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,

but you are a spade,

to...

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sitting in the fields of four oclock flowers
thinking of the times the illusion disappeared
the roses that led me to your secret room
cartomancy told me one thing about quivering leaves

simplifying everything
me in the middle
simplify all these...

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My personality has grown from the wickedness
 To growing in all aspects, to venture the importance of happiness
Happiness comes but fades, but the connection of hope, is bigger than the dream of simplifying trust, what...

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Life is the reflection of the road; we will get to follow—
And that will always be more than what meets the eye
Or Seeing Eye to eye, with the eye of the very storm—
It ‘ll make...

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Beneath the dam St. Vitus swam
Till he settled upon a bar
Where heaven's light reflected bright
In eyes fixed upon a star
No move he made, or mind he paid
When minnows gently kissed
Good night to him, who couldn't...

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Inside an old library of things uncountable
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets.

‘things’ 
nothing can be
excluded

yes the air is musty, thickly clothed,
muffled and club fingered, 
incidentals are listed 
on the cuff of the half-remembered. 

Mind dust wafts...

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Be Understood if I Could

There are many things that have been happening
Away all of our strength they are always sapping
And will be wearing us all out as well as down
As we have started travelling from...

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(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...

there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know...

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