Long Tumorous Poems

Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is not to commodify 
what we did not recreate
for its sufficient...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too restrictive market,
too competitively priced
for virginity of place and relationship on Earth?
And, is such redemptively-intended virginity
an asset or a deficit,
in which...

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I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of...

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I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten...

I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say

Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way

To find a new Earth center
for healing...

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Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs 
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts...

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In Nursing School

In nursing school they have us learn all the proper medical words,
Because in Greek and Latin we defecate, but we never make turds,
And what's worse than learning about all these dreadful diseases
Is forgetting...

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What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis?
Sun-glints of memory,
warm rays of kinder days,
tranquil as the soil-sleepers
before they broke the coffin confines
and howled free.
What lies beneath the crying cairns?

The pearling bones, bone-pearls
of scattered skulls and souls.
Draughts of...

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Does nothing really matter or does everything serve a purpose, 
is a dream just to be shattered or something beneath the surface. 
So many lives that clatter surely we can't be surplus. 
When it comes...

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A WRAP
Something is wrong
With this so-called nation
They hold in esteem
The villains of this occupation
Something, is wrong
with their thinking;
The people in this nation;
Have turned against the victims
Taking sides, with the predators.
Somethings, gone awry,
Something, is not right,
Murderers,...

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Bodhichitta:

Is a supremely multicultural
golden elixir
overcoming sovereignty of death,
fear of mortality,
anger against loss
and suffering
and dispassionate inhumanity.

Is an inexhaustible
infinite
poly-rational treasure
eliminating,
absorbing,
healing poverty
in 
and on
and over Earth's orbiting
revolving
spiraling seasonal path.

Is supreme medicine
that quells
dispels Earth's disease,
monoculturing unease,
swells polyculturing ease,
communion,
multiculturally intelligent...

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Brain crowded with stratigies to survive the next four seasons
Because death peers it's ugly face with out conscience of reasonable reason
Angel of death leaving it's waste on the cement
Puzzules to pieced together by confused policemen
Your...

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Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night

Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes

Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes

Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....

"Do you really know pain," they asked

As the...

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Grease the binary palms ...
singular greed motive,
zero moral qualms

Paper cancer in the brain — 
MRI diagnosis
(make riches increase)
reveals a tumorous mental condition:
Malignant Reptilian Imaging

Scaly thoughts
of poor widow inheritance devouring
Integrity bought ... 
bottom feeders bank account...

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Beneath this sordid stanza's, storm swept night such, eroglyphics ?
Frost upon his warping, window panes; oozing opaques, of blood red crimson's
Bleeding from these burnt sashes crying ashes; screaming amid the rain, Do you really
Know pain...

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For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.

The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of...

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