Long Somewheres Poems

I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is not to commodify 
what we did not recreate
for its sufficient...

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The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!

No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be a scenic, easy ride.

We weren't outdoors types, my companion and...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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This here’s the favorite story that my dad would always tell,
‘Bout July 9, of 1910…in a dusty old corral,

Where he and Lefty Griswald, on a scorching summer day,
Were bustin’ broncs, and brandin’ calves, for far...

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I’ve long been fascinated by how the “facts” of a story tend to change from teller to teller!

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If Youse Guys

If youse guys knock on my door,
I ain’t gonna answer it, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Perry Smith and Dick Hickock standing there,
Holding a flashlight, a fishing knife, and a shotgun, 
Thinking...

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Now there is a place in the silken webs of logic where somewhere does
reside,
But the tangled dreams of my existance, remain hidden somewhere deep
inside,
I've researched the truth of my essence and it is probable that...

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I'd invite you to know me
     it's the impossible ask
  though I know what I'm not
    should I make any list 
     ...

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Set 'em up barkeep and leave the bottle
I walked in know'n I may not walk out
I done robbed that stage last night
Now that there posse a'chasen, no doubt

Dang it, so tired of being noth'n much
Just...

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Where tunes speak to kind words
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Nothing Has Embraced Me With All Its Might
Its Grip Is Firm & My Hope Diminished
I Have Searched & Searched For An Ending
Night & Day Day & Night To No Avail
Throughout Years Of Struggle & Torture
I...

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