Long Tattering Poems

Eastern stars light our responsibility
to ease ridiculously democratic suffering of Other.
Western horizons speak not of suffering
much less death as inevitable failure.

Dark horizons speak of pain,
and how to avoid it through Other as ourselves.

Eastern lights speak...

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If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages, 
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
 I dig my face into...

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imagined by others,
s/he is approached as the
perfect candidate,
s/he is that last 
perfect
puzzle
piece,
which will make the whole
monstrosity,
complete &
not a shred of talent matters,
not a shred of ambition is
needed,
not a shred of ideals, not a
shred of intelligence,...

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no more small talk to say in numbers walking the trail
and these are added up and equal now us on the mountain marsh exploring
in the mind's eye glittering 
like water oozing quicksilvers under this yellow...

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THE TREE COULDN'T FLY

This lonely desolate tree wanted to fly
The southern wind told this strange tree
Go up high with the branches and try
Catch the sun, free you would be.

The tree didn’t move up an inch
Couldn’t...

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I spend each wakeful night in search of evasive sleep.
    An unwelcomed vigil denies me peaceful rest.
I've need to bury his haunting specter somewhere deep;
    entombing forever my perpetual...

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=Pulpit and the Pews=


When she bends
She needed you most.
You reposed
And labelled her-
Flagrant eloquent noise.

Now perceives wide-awake
There and then mews- 
Nothing to say.

Who’s fooling who? 
On whose folly
In this case?
Thorny woes
Or woes tangle?

Oil and canvas
… Instrumental...

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A silver plane is writing I...LOVE...YOU
Upon that paper called the sky,
And someone down below---I'm sure it's true---
Feels lightly winged and high.

This missile in my hand writes just the same
Upon this cloud called paper sheet,
Solidifying my...

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Self-loathing and beating
A dark passage placed
Beneath the old ways
Where darkness dwells
Sadness runs rampant
And depression reigns
I visit this lonesome place
At times when I’m down
It pays to remember
This area of torment
When days I did bleed
And suffer profusely
I’m...

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Peace was beyond me the other night,
violence tested me with painful plight,
moseying tricks to loiter and fall,
the notions of proper etiquette's crawl,

See, violence only acts as fare,
to dis-armor peace's proportions of care,
until lowering defenses in...

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Let them tell the old lie no more
For we who went out desolate
Desolate returned to the empty shore
Laden with wounds that shall not heal
Deep mental scars tattering us more
Who left our fragments on distant fields
That...

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