Long Stylus Poems

Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the battle lines were Drawn
      ...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this...

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YOU ARE MY STYLUS
              MY BLUEPRINT EMBEDDED
    WRITTEN IN THE SMALLEST PARTS OF ME
     ...

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Back in roman times I was called a stylus
I wrote messages and stories on papyrus Writing since Before Christ, 
Don't matter what the time is 
Even wrote for the great poets known as the vikings...

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Raise the white flag of defiance,
surrender to the hate

Offer no concession or compliance,
a vote count short 
is the winning debate

Cry ballot thievery trace:
Urban poll pickpockets, of color suspect voices,
stole the presidential race

Let that dark anger...

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Leave a man to him and his words
and telescopic terrains will open,
as splendid as the midwinter constellations
sprayed in a barbarous sublimity across the sky,
with the serene orb of Jupiter hanging unflickering over the land.
They tell...

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Sochi Scraps
            by Odin Roark

Among my pen’s rifling
Hunting its own needs
His imagined snout moves across the page
Seeking out beggary nourishment

A shantytown of doghouses
Provided by...

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My most fervent hope is of the species that, 
It wonders most powerfully and unceasingly anent the security of 
These notebooks containing these selfsame poetic works;
And I hope also, that asleep and secured is how...

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I caught you creeping around
with your spying eyes
Quick, furtive glances
betray your silent, stealthy movements
Human satellite camouflaging black cloud,
always in passing tear bursts,
secretly scans through a purse in my closet
Your dubious, devious actions
speak loud
Such churning, internal...

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Bathing in the scent as gaily swallow's hum
Relics holding drawers,a comely painted girl
Flipping nifty stories, the time goes flying high
Holding dusk in arms , pacing footsteps in sky
Unblemished as last walk, embrowned as their last...

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They’re on the march again
Cool jerk protesting
has turned into 
hip-hop stylus skipping

That same delusional dream 
make you wanna ... 
make you wanna
Make you wanna 
keep a time capsule sleeping

Demockcrysieze favorite patronized people
are on the march...

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Gloomy clouds floated smearing the soul
My stare caught a wisp fluttering wild
Lost as I was,  yet was then lost again
Anxious look made me gasp in vain
Calm and shaking my senses stood
Graceful smile which was...

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Fingers flying, forming fiction,
transcribing, typing diction.
Always in a mighty hurry,
No mistakes, just more worry.

I will, I wont, no time to wonder,
right or wrong cannot stop to ponder.
Kill them, sock them, pound harder.
Fingers to the bone,...

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She feels the whispers of the wind
                          so deep within...

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The Old Scribe

Memory in hand the ancient mariner of memories
Readies to recapture – to transcribe - in fading ink  
A whisper of recollections – one speck in eternity – 
Illuminated by the lamp circumscribing...

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Loose in the hopes of dread...
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and...

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From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall  with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion… 
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals, and grass  --- her tiara
bursts into sweet madness on...

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shaking rhythm
like stylus pen on punctured paper,
I move to move my Self
in silent form across the slippery 
sanctuary of being.

being is the only thing that hurts
when time turns to dust and rusts
in space between mattress...

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1  In my divine stylus lie the infinities;
from its sacred contents I have scribed
the very foundations of the universe.

2  I create and destroy, according to my 
purposes.  I hold you in my...

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I sure do wish I could fold space,
and quickly slip from place to place
like bending pages of a map,
and thus eliminate the gap,
connect a destination’s source,
arriving right on time, of course.
But if I tried that...

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While downloading some music
a thought crossed my mind,
of things that I learned in the past
when playing old music in various formats
which, sadly, were not meant to last.
I learned concentration when using a biro
to untangle a...

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A silence all pervading, nothing moves,
the gentle hiss I hear is in my head
like record stylus placed into the groove.
Clouds form the upper circle overhead.
Orchestra tunes up in the nearby trees,
Blackbird and brace of Magpies,...

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Excerpts of dark, encrypted passages
from the Book of Ghetto Proverbs


If you step to me, you’re gonna step in it
It’s best to step back ... 
let repelled pride manure gap forget
Token retrograde crab attack:
moonwalk reverse stride...

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As midnight bursts  like stardust on a cobblestone
My raw  vision carries me beyond earth’s  floor,
Where marbles  with painted dots turn into  hallways
And  shamans  in long robes  on...

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I apologize for sometimes being lazy 
having written down a poem that now translates to google voice paging.

I grab my tablet and hit display but lack the desire
to traverse the keys with my index pointed...

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