Long Sleepwalking Poems

"Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
when she saw what she had done,
gave her father forty-one,
she washed herself from a watered pail,
she claimed their lies and vicious tales,
she pled not guilty and moaned...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an hour. He went, he went,
he went, he went, he went,...

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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked my face
Alone by the sea, clouds, the moon and me

The...

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I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction
If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction 
Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion?
My mind composes a structure but...

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I can’t breathe it is killing me. It’s so I can see is this void happening below me I can’t wake up that’s a trap from the void

I can’t wake up and start this over....

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You mean so much to me you make me melt inside

Like a popsicle on that you melt my heart on time 

I really do love you tho you help me strive me up when I...

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Nauseating buzz feeding frenzy at local ATM

Fraught traumatized wordsmith
telephonic grand slam rent psyche asunder
witnessing helpless cannibalization,
hospitalization, victimization
concerning writer of these words,
and riders on the storm
namely robbing me third eye blind
of legal tender
under the convincing guise...

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I remember a day I smiled at her
And she smiled back
That was miles away
down the road
We parted there
And I came back
to find her long gone
No trace, no note, no sign
I wondered if she
had hesitated before...

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A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped -  
A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. 
For many years and then forever, I would forget 
That happy race...

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The seductive voice
emanating from the Cyclops eye,
whispers:    Don’t believe what you see!
Only trust what I say,
when you zombie sleep turn off the TV

Have no bewitching faith in your bad dreams,
especially the one...

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"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants de Suède
on 
Poets’ Row
Rat goes 
Rat goes
Red scream 
scarlet ribbons...

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In the hidden realm of forsaken souls,
Where echoes of long-forgotten hopes fade,
I wander among dreams seeking their eternal place,
Beneath stars that seem to gossip about their cold neighbors.
Their intangible silhouettes, like leaves shaken by the...

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"The Psychopomp’s Embrace" 

No judgement 
from the fallen 

unseen angels 
credited 
with scores to 
safely harbour 
lost passing ships 
that crush souls 
in dark night
ferrying love 
the precious token
of graces sorely paid, 
the return, a...

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I sit in solitude                               ...

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blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff

	that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him

		decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch


on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea

	swirling...

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When soft colors of  
the amethyst twilight,  
dance amongst shadows~
swirling through forlorn forests,  
I count sparkling syllables of  
pirouetting peridots,  
looking for metered refrains  
from the emerald empyrean, ...

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I have a horrible secret my 13-year-old best friend confided to me one day at school.
We were between class, and we had two minutes to sprint to our next class, as per the rule.
In opposite...

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Dirt Driveways

Who knew that dirt driveways lead to happy homes?
That Prince Charming’s white horse is really a black BMW.
That our kingdom would consist of his, mine, and ours.

Who knew that fairytale castles came in split-level...

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The Awakening

Silence—nothing, blackness then suddenly there is a rush of a shrill sound that invades my dreamscape. It fills my ears and stirs the snowy maelstroms that, for many months now, has been a flurry...

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Half opened eyes are forced shut from the glare of the sun,
(Just build up your strength and try again).
On first reckoning something feels different, something is missing,
It's just hard to pin point something you cannot...

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the judging gatekeepers
wear power like a veil
it`s a drug that 
these junkies feed upon

  they feed 
                 ...

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I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and...

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Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.

Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the...

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14. You live in a laboratory; you can only create what can't survive in this air.

15. If your blood was pixelated and green, you'd probably be dead already.

16. They know you by your talents of...

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