Long Tangibly Poems

Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief...

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Though all are blessed with eyes to see,
Eyes never lay sight upon the seer;
No retina perceives the seedling
beneath its iris.

Ocular nerves sense Occam-ented pictures
Of identity: portraits framed by
Ourselves, Us, and Others
- Whose eyes perceived whole
But...

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Outside the gladiator's window, outside in the growing gloom of night,

The nearby volcano is almost invisible, only smolders silently now.

Inside his room, he can almost tangibly feel the darkness gathering about him,

Can almost tangibly feel...

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"At a certain age not sure of,
...I was still young to discover the reality about that,
Heard of sex,and worked with curiosity to find its meaning as fact,
But,...'was it inspirational?',pinned the mind to that slug, 
Wanted...

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Victims of Straight
White
Patriarchal History
are usually not hopelessly unenlightened
and permanently disabled

Ostracized by Self 
and/or Others
from healthy democratic
co-redemption

Baptized
and medicated
and meditated
into Truth seeking Beauty,
Sacred Voices seeking Secular Choices
reflecting cooperative EarthTribe's
most win/win integral
indigenous Wisdom.

The unStraight
unWhite
unMale
are not unPeople
living outside touchable
tangibly...

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(alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck)

Ever since the advent of civilization
contrivances crafted to measure
days, weeks, months...
analytical “gifted” anonymous minds
wrought ever more sophisticated inventions
to divide existence into manageable units.

Now twenty first century Homo sapiens
technological atomic clock...

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For days now he had hungered.

His search took him along many an avenue,
where his pleas were so harshly ignored.
But his need was such he had to continue,
so to all that he met he implored.

Many turned...

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Afraid of

What am I afraid of...Really.
 is what scares me in thought, silly?
 What I'm afraid of ...
 is my Life never having meaning;
 to never reach my full potential is what my soul be...

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She pervades and unveils all that I have kept hidden for so long
I do not know her but I hear her voice in and around my mind
It is weightless and I know she wills it...

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(Pema, 2018)

OCD

Working on compiling and editing my latest project
even my dreams become an obsessive loop
of cutting and pasting words and images
mostly just the same few over and over
placeholder symbols for other symbols
that must have some...

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My thoughts have rounded to you again ,
you are so distracting .             I want my thoughts to ease

themselves with reverie and rest ...

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"I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough"
After Apple Picking - Robert Frost 

when comparing looking through a lens with...

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"The ocean calms and soothes the soul despite being a great force that ends lives in all weathers, we don't question the ocean. The strength of the ocean is both known and unknown, it's power...

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Alone, we sit.
The silence of words
best left unspoken
drowns out 
the din
of busy, bustling
people. 
Coming, going,
chatting, and laughing.
Living just outside
of our small
plane of reality.
They cannot perceive
the fervent thoughts
we share.
Only our eyes speak,
and voluminously. 
Darting
and flashing,
fleeing
and chasing....

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I am being haunted
By these words which I am about to share
They are coming to me nightly
In the still darkness of my sleep...
These words keep haunting me.

I try to rest...
I try to sleep...
They won't let...

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You, my son, are tall-grown now,
Yet, purity in you is seen, somehow;
You have pals many esteeming you,
Assuring to abide eternally near you;
You feel a vague shyness to face me,
Though, surely, you awfully love me;
I don’t...

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Love is alike a whisper among the deaf and a light among the blind. Many have claimed to understand it and many have claim to be apart of it but alike religion, they all seem...

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Suffering depression, desperate for help.

Found a book on meditation.

It provided useful guidance for one's proceeding.

Try to find a quiet time every afternoon.

Then sit in a chair, alone, in your very own room.

Light a candle, then...

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Why should I fear death?
Did I ever fear my birth?
From unknown I had dropped
Like a star from constellations
Unremembered...
Naked!
Treasure-less!
Helpless…!
Whatsoever I got
I got here;
Whatsoever I spent
I spent here…
How many pots
I had been eating from
Have broken…?
How many wells...

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It’s taken many years of falling
To finally recognize my calling:
Through miles and miles of endless seeking
All the while truth kept retreating.
Just out of reach, fading from sight
Like dew in the morning
At the break of light…
Rising...

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the intricacies of losing myself are plentiful
as well as beautiful 
any background can take over 
but not affect 
the wall may grimace and disapprove 
I'm elsewhere, in my moment
may never return

I won't look stone in...

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I got used to your tactful presence in my life
And to the pleasant thought that you still look for me.
None of us wants to reach for a surgical knife
To cut us in half because there...

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What are we waiting for as we live our lives? What are we waiting for to cross that spiritual line and see, experience, grasp the other side? It's literally just there. It's intertwined with our...

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The dust rises and you squint your eyes,
a storm of debris swirling
you back to sand dunes,
rocket launches, and IEDs.
Sounds become muffled
under all the yelling,
and I look to see if I can
see the enemy, too.
He must...

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A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. 

A distant nightmare, tangibly manifested, the echoing warning from the past. 

A...

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