Long Sketching Poems

A Dark Identity

Days into nights... time without time
Normalities of everyday life beckons to remain
Shadows with lights.... to find to define
I am he who goes by without a name

The world is only up to date
And I’ve...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we sometimes trace back over the lines.
In the recesses of our...

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what i know

i know you know that i know your shadow
that i travel with it in the light day
i imagine and know the imagery shadow
that directs you in the dark side.

i know the shadow of...

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Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy;
he grew up in an ordinary town.
But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale
of how some not-so-ordinary things went down.

See, James was a good boy; he did his...

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I crowned the write full missus "champ paean practical joker"

The following moniker “innocent prankster” 
awarded, hashtagged, and qualified wife
as trickster de jure appended 
to alluded spouse 
(then of twenty five plus years),
when she pulled a...

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Like the empty smiles
Addictions hide behind
Her grief secret, silent
Coloring her in a heavy doubt
Darkness speckled in glimmers
Hope that could be read
In the moments, breathed
On the song of stardust
Dreams, reflections poured out
In lavender creams, gentle
Like a...

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A far off memory that's like a scattered dream..
...a scattered dream that's like a far of memory..
..I want to line the pieces up...

Yours...

And mine

Let me tell you my story
As I traversed through the visions of...

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THEIR PARADOXES:

Even Heaven knows,
As they say words are cheap.
There we go...
As a matter of fact, it's so deep.
Guess it's shown, and it's scoped?
Yeah, it's such indeed.
Sketching images in many minds lost of hopes.
They spreading paradoxes...

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted...

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Few years back I use to make Paintings
Mostly of landscapes 
And sometimes, abstracts or portraits

The oil paintings which I use to make were such,  
That anyone would have 
Found them to possess and love

It...

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Perception is troubling everyone,
Everyone is being disturbed by an ego,
And our feelings tell us of what might happen next to this state of life,
We`re really waiting for where mankind will be after all is gone.
The...

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My Divinity

My violet pastel pencil 
came to a rest
after sketching the 
outline of the natural pond
fringed with bamboo, palms, 
and exotic tropical foliage
reflected 
in the mirrored waters.
Standing before
the easel I couldn't
get my eyes off
the arched...

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Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war

Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti...

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Mesmerised 
My eyes are glued
I take in every detail
His sea	
His sky
His movement 
I hear the sounds
Pervade the air
As if myself
As if I’m there
I’m standing back
So much to see
It gently pulls 
I stand within
A bystander 
As...

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Dance - A form of soul expression and language in rhythmic agreement, comprehension and appreciation to enjoyment and effect of music. The result of tingling sensations and
vibrations of rhythm that initiate the movement of another...

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*** Sketching the Ballerina ***

It is well, quite well after midnight. 
My pup lies fagged on the blanket
    as close to me as possible.
The young ballerina sits slightly slumped
On a bench across...

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I don't care if you go blind...
If you'll love me, I'll love you...

I'm sure you can conquer any color the world casts your way.
I'll hold your hand down a stone path, and bring you to...

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At the dawn of our relationship, I believed in unaltered sincerity,  
When skeptical voices foretold the end, I found stars of hope in my cosmos.  
Before the vow, my soul was both storm...

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In the pocket of the evening, language floats – a cosmic virus,
Its seeds unknown, brought on the wings of silent comets.
It clings to people as the light of stars to the night-time tree crowns,
Whirling miniature...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                             ...

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a hot cup of tea ...
    a walk in nature ... my own garden of blooming flowers
       these are some things that bring me inner peace
...

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Inspired by live event
on Ramblas Boulevard, Barcelona

Barcelona… Summer raining night…
Gentle shower sprinkles down the faces.
In the whole world the only light:
It comes straight to me from Spanish Artist spaces.
He is so much tired of hard...

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Attached to the trees,
...of his mind’s fascination.
Caressing virgin pages 
With a borrowed pen.
Trapped in a time...
...of being owned by someone.
Where freedom was only, 
for the birds in the wind.

He’s heard of New York,
He’s heard of...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries,
Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light,
Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth.
Thirsty souls gaze towards the sky, begging for drops...

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