Long Syrupy Poems

Do you remember?
We lay in the moonlight, exhausted and content,
Moments from perfection, skin glistening with moisture,
Salty and sweet from love - love so amazing
That it stunned us every time ...
Always better than before, and always...

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Sand in my lungs and in every nook and cranny possible, nothing out here not even a simple bush or tree. Everything is dead and dry as a bone. My own skin holds no life,...

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I…breathe again…
Meditating on flowers of my pasture, plucked with my eyes,
Resting…open, like buds blooming, and resting…

“Take me…” he said weakly, so softly in my ear…

I greeted the demon with the warmth in my eyes, 
Upon...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the sacred sake of unsated thirst
   beg its thrums...

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Green light means go ahead
Make your choice
Here’s a list of the Green light or free, fruits go, go, go and eat them up

Apples, dried: Dried apples make a great snack food and are easy to...

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Eckhart Tolle says, "Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness."

...

To this, I say, bring it on
Throw everything at me, the night of your own right,
And as sure...

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A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
A sun had risen,
Some bit of ice or mercury had melted.
One stormy wind had come
When a...

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Within Passion's Dream 
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven) 

Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love. 
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of...

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LOVE LYRICS
                            by Don Wendorf, Psy.D.; LMFT

Oh, your...

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Something Different


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Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide, 
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe

Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end

Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ... 
Pre-negotiated spoils...

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The sea paints an ever-changing portrait of itself in water colors.
The images roll through your view finder or your eyes as you watch.
Sometimes it is glassy silky smooth, syrupy, reflective.
You get to paint the sky...

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Nonpareil les belles-lettres spellbinds

Adherence regarding credo
to finish reading arbitrarily
self selected book beginning
to end silent promise made
otherwise, I experience guilt
analogous violating unwritten

law, said private oath binds me
against challenging non binding
unspoken promise additionally
never flipping thru pages reading
conclusion,...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa mystique,
Flickering in neon scented star...

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Where'd you put the body
When the deed was done?
What'd you have to say
To lure him in?
What kinda lies didja have to tell
A tale syrupy-sweet?
Was there any guilt at all
As you held his little hand?
Did you...

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Cumuli
October 24, 2013 at 12:56pm

The contents of my head empty into my stomach
Where nonsense meets yesterday’s frozen Styrofoam spinach cheese pesto ravioli dinner
And a mix of fake pepperoni pizza from lunch
 
Chocolate topped pink and...

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I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve. 
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her, 
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. 
It turns me inside out, 
and there...

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Our Little Michael/Your Michael Jackson
 

Our little Michael
Begin his life in our homes
He danced in our living rooms
Like James Brown

He was raised in every small
Town in black America

He and his brothers were the
First black family...

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Anointed Lord of this desolate tract he
Rules upon a throne painted the golden 
Stench of rotting cacti all my fortune
For a visit from Morpheus his sands 
And visions to write a love Story; this
Queen of...

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more …

more than I’ll ever know …
that’s how much you love me
(just spoken)
but what the hell does that mean?
how do you know that I’ll never know
how much you love me??
I mean, thanks …
thanks for the...

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Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and a vane of stupefaction 
That warms the pad of feelings...

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Today I went a’walking,
creeping and a’peeping
my blue eyed zooming lenses
along the great green canal
to see what natural wonders I could see.

And… 
Bees were a’buzzing,
hopping and a’bopping
their black and yellow heads 
into little lavender flowerettes
to see...

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Before there were rainbows, I roamed ambidextrously,
I streeled out into predawn air, senseless between Moon and Mars,
Reeling under Calvinistic cinder blocks, I hid from my shadows.

Before there were rainbows, I thought my heart was wooden,
In...

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The city doesn’t need any elevators
Or escalators or anything to push people up
There are no clouds in this brightened city
no bourgeoisie emancipation, no atypical beauty
silicon bosoms out on the overstretched skies
mechanical tirades of the undiluted...

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ADELAIDE REQUIRED AID 

Adelaide adored me
Ingrid ignored me
Adelaide and I made quite an odd pair
Yet Ingrid had silver silken threads instead of hair

Looking up to a cloud laden sky I prayed to heaven for Ingrid’s...

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