Long Tributaries Poems

Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of fertile dopamine.

They, like you,
co-arise of and from the landscapes
in which...

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Dear John,

All day
yesterday
I loaded up with a cascading river
of mixed anxiety and anticipation
about what to safely and kindly,
transparently and vulnerably
compassionately, so non-violently, share,
what to communicate;

Which narrative tributaries to choose
within this vast spacetime stream
of choices
directions
felt depressions...

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What remains 
when gratitude for learning
totally evaporates?

I don't know...
Totalitarian senility, maybe?
I guess I don't understand
the source of your question, dear.
Do you feel less grateful for learning
than in more formative years?

No, I don't
but I sense younger...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined...

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Like you,
I make choices each moment
of each day.
Apparently,
we review those choices each dreaming moment
of enculturing memory.
We choose within a range
of permacultural resonance
--regenerative polycultural long-range potential for nutritional WinWin resolution--
or cognitive/affective dissonance

Dissonance between our
Left Ego's Exterior...

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In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future's river flow investment
out-flowing down
from...

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Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
evolves from enthymematic roots
toward mutually empathic,
darkly transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
pregnant Time,
equivocating spatially incarnating
positive
protonic
polymorphic
polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural
multisystemic harmonic balance
between Yangstimulus(t) and Yinresponse.

From this epicenter...

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"Timeless trust,
   trapped in Selene's pendant,
                   pulsates purity and faith 
    ...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius

In the poetic story of my life, 
I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,'
but whatever I am thinking - becomes a poem.

Sometimes life hurts, when lost upon crossroads of fate,
until those...

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There is an ancient sadness that runs through you,
Creeps through your core,
Burrows deep,
Bound fast with rotting roots,
The sorrows and sufferings of your ancestors,
Immovable in decay,
A proud heritage,
Of hypocrites,
Heretics,
And the occasional martyr,

You know them still,
Lain beside...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home...

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"The Winter's Lullaby" 


Choking noble light held by the hands of Fate                       ...

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Although I am doing my best to wrap my brains around all of this, there's just no way to dismiss some meaningful things I dearly miss. Quarantining for the purpose of containment of a deadly...

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Two brothers salmon in the deep blue sea
Got the urge one day to seek some revelry.
So off they both went into the early dawn
With naught on their minds but to swim and spawn.

Up the big...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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Hour arrived,
Proclaiming first light,
As a shower of mellow sunbeams
Smiled on the foundation laid
For the structure of the man.

And he began to ascend.

Time fused together
An empirical patchwork,
Mirroring the passage of pain and joy,
And slowly and meticulously
Each...

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He stands beside this long   black   granite wall
broken lines   accentuated reflection   recalled names

It is here where he realized
that intranquility of redemption, even of prayer's forgiveness,
he do not...

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The first drop,
and each one after,
merge in a cluster of blissful storms 
Flourescent 
dreams lie in wait
for every rising degree of fervour

Scattered
sunshine ceases to blind compelling faith 
Smiles prosper like figs
And the unremitting truth is
rooted...

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I have noticed
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where do I come from?
And how do I feel today
about my journey so far from yesterday?
Our journey so far,
and yet not far enough?

I come from living waters
as profoundly...

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Her persona is like 
a portrait 
   of picturesque perfection,
embalmed in 
  bittersweet lavender, 
unseen within depths 
of tributaries of elixir.
If only they knew 
 the chaos that flows, 
constrained in 
a...

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A chilly, wet, spring day when the icy mud melts just enough to soak your socks before you've even gotten to the car,
And all you can think about is getting to the cafe.
There's coffee there.
Everyone...

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Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge.  Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men.
Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy...

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My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least…

Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is out of my...

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Please read "Untitled" (part 1 & 2 first)

III

Never are the odious so aware
Of their shortcomings as when facing Madonna
      	so fine and fair
My Madonna...
I sat reflecting while inspecting my Madonna
As...

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