Long Translucency Poems

I know you’re happy,

Guess I’m stuck bein’ me,

Guess I stay missin’ out on chances that I couldn’t see.

But in the meantime,

Keep your head,

And know I’m doin’ just fine.

You know, maybe I’ll get lucky and catch...

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On the dreary streets of a quaint but callus steadfast hamlet

A pearl in the bluster carries a handwoven sweet grass basket

The umbrella' d  tinge of the tiny town was opaque and gray

As the girl...

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This place, this time, this way
Oh, that place
It’s just where one feed the wind.
Walking to the river
The lover girl with eyes and heart in center
Her body with smoke and desire
Goes to find one place where...

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Symmetrical sunlight slips into the room that was once overflowing with gloom
Exposing my flaw…though the rubbish of knowing doesn't seem to change you…
Instead, you grow like a bolt of lightning, descending down to the ocean...

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The white antique porcelain bowl
your mother gave us
has blue veins that wander over its surface.
Holding it up to the light I also see
there are fine cracks here and there.

Age has made it more interesting,
more worth...

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Man's heart, a dark abyss,
Its depth polluted by that innate darkness
Which was always there for that sole purpose,
Looking back into the mirror of childhood,
A smile across my face creeps,
How zany it is
That this dark mind
Could...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory"
 

 
Where do you place your hands
When the sands of time 
Slip through the 4th
and like reading braille
you silently derail 
to touch burning
black...

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Have you seen the morning moon?
She is not the cold hung rock
that swings upon the noose of night
that one is a dead face
submerged in a sea of darkness.
No, that is not her,
she is a lovely...

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the pulsating ache of flogging
after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared
with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal
for the drooping roses under the black wings

of shame when in our translucency we were
generously distributing arms to legless...

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A spell, a well soaked rag 
sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend my elbow is.

The smell around the bushes yes...

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Far from the madding crowd                       
Enjoying your share of diversity
Bathing in the air...

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Radiance, shining, illuminating translucency
sky's vast, expansive blue richoting and rivaling ocean views
loose limbs and bashful expression lay scattered across the placid sky
divinity fixed in a space unaffected by man
white clouds swirl, wrapping like ivy around...

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sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is.

The smell around the bushes how they do.
A little stunted here and...

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I sit in my garden gazing at the trees.
Leaves of gold, red, amber and orange fills the sky.
Some spinning downward, falling multidirectional.
A warm glow carpets the still green grass of fall.

The tree trunks look so...

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Her flawless beauty caught his eye
His head turned his heart followed
Skin of creamy translucency
Her body motion, he saw it flowed.

As a yacht upon the azure sea
Her body she sashayed down the street
Skilfully tacking from windward...

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Have you seen the morning moon?
She is not that cold hung rock
that swings upon the noose of night,
that one is dead
and submerged in a sea of darkness.

The morning moon
has been planting seeds of light
beneath a...

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