Long Stratospheres Poems

When I think about
what my body would most enjoy,
wants to feel
right and left employed
then right/left regained again
to mind walk 
restorying therapies ahead

While wandering images back
to when I knew,
or at least actively hoped,
no one I know
has...

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Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER  Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a...

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Where are you my sweet spring time,
I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved
Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite,
For yours is the very breathe of life itself,
The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth,
Nourished...

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A
beetle
contemplates
death- with babies,
each one, him reborn.
Fortunately, love's peace,
gives no yearning or felt angst.
Hell arrives, in a spray can's mist.
Instant genocide, heaven's unreached. 

Jury is out. Are we thought, chosen ones?   
Knowledge born, burdensome...

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The origins of light born through the dark velvet,
Linger in the outer stratospheres of air.
Reaching out to the cosmic bodies connecting,
Pure sources of energy.

Expanding with the birth of every living creature,
Exhale with the breaths of...

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Butterfly Landings 



It’s a precarious perch
High by a skydive
In such a leap of faith
A leap of love
Circumnavigates these boots of Earth
Fellow to the stratospheres
These butterfly landings
Of you in my heart

Destinies lance
Has shot me full to...

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The contradiction of the rager
So youthfully endowed with unpleasantries
Of a child-man high in cumulus clouds
Stratospheres of anger that rain 
Down like spoiled fruit
Falling from the rotten vine
Futures of grandeur, illusions of manhood
Snuffed out by his...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson: "Nature always wears the colors of the spirit."

Star-speckled galaxies nestled in indigo stratospheres transform
Into a plethora of pastel hues, painting the canva of a breaking dawn.
Strokes of salmon and peach stretch across...

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Each passing cloud, a new day formed
with floating dreams of human song.
Traveling slow in winds’ fair breath
to places where earth hearts still long.

Above the cares of life below
possessing warmth, rain or cold,
our future of the...

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Stop! Listen to your heartbeat.
Concentrate on every thump as it slowly evaporates 
into the inner tissue of your soul. 
Silence manifests laterally,
drowning your body, leaving you with sharpened senses. 
Your limbs slowly detach from your...

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When I lay down to reflect, I hang up my hang-ups and time is out of mind, as my soul and 
my spirit climb to the stratospheres. 


I mentally hideaway and I am visibly incognito....

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"Freedom is a legless bird who
flies high in shimmering shades
of blue on wings that flash and
flicker in sunlight, pursued by
relentless squadrons of angry
eagles, always much too slow,
stupid creatures of the hot, wet,
heavy thicknesses of air...

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All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it

Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially

transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise

realms of performances
pestered with dalliances

circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's

not a dream,
but utopian reality

as you project your image
into telescopic

Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential

blockades of...

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