Long Tungsten Poems

I understand that my values have changed. In ways to frame a point we can't help complain. Distract a conscience with tasks to entertain. As well as moments uncaptured to drive insane.

Now sorry I know...

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"METAL....I AM METAL"

                                You...

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The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies
while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye.
Its frozen stare envelops all, it penetrates and pries,
denouncing loathed dissenters to the keepers in the sky....

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite...

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Was born to be a mule,
got barn weaned in the August hay
Didn’t know ev’ry next day
was gon be like my first Labor Day

My Louisi-Ana, ebony twin fetter friends told me,
I was gon gator cry pray...

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Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With...

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Another long night ahead, into the creeping dawn.
 
Consumed with literary prowess screaming expletives behind my eyes,

 Lit solely under humming tungsten vibes, worlds collide with brillant violence.

 Seeking sweet serenity of all possiblities; lay...

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Composing harp melodies as a musical score,
Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In reverse metamorphosis, crystals melt more,
Snoring in lattice husks, a willow moth sublime.

Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In...

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A Night of Walpurgis
By Sy Roth

The April moon hung in the sky
Full, like nightshade fighting off the darkness
The strident masses hung about the street corners
Chests puffed out readying to rid the night 
With Walpurgis bonfires...

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That I came back to live 
in the region both 
my parents died into 
that I will die into 
if I have nothing else 
I have this and 
it's not morbid 
to think this way...

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With the powers that be having spent $5 trillion dollars since 1940 on developing and maintaining its nuclear arsenal, would only redirect those funds to help heal humanity instead of trying to destroy it in...

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With the powers that be having spent $5 trillion dollars since 1940 on developing and maintaining its nuclear arsenal, would only redirect those funds to help heal humanity instead of trying to destroy it in...

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Shadow souls flying across the sea
Of my senses they knew, what a mockery,
How do I write the song says the dream?
Whereupon the wanderer falls

In the scribbled pines 
Of a forest burnt 
In the addled minds...

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Parad(em)ise

Dangling from a stolid chandelier of empty shadows

Her threadbare strings attached to vacant promises

Jemima has tried every angle of escape and refuge


Her make up faded and the jester’s façade burrowed

Deep into macabre deluded weather worn...

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He sometimes seems more like my mother... 
Sometimes like my father... 
Sometimes like my brother... 
And 
Sometimes like my heart's core?

He is amazing... 
It's not easy for him to stand even after facing so many...

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The exact moment 
of birth and death 
is amazing
the most amazing thing in life
like the flick of a switch
from nothingness to being 
from being to something else

A new bulb burns bright
dims over time and 
burns...

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CELESTE

A bevy of wavelets rushes to the shore
while on peach coastline, this quietude I feel,
Under the alloy of rocks not seen before
A hidden water-world encrypts its frothed  zeal.

The dolphin in tungsten leaps, and then...

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He walked in with
White Converse and 
Striped shirt.

Five years ago, spoke
born a friend.
Five years of 
flying down concrete 
pedaling two wheels
rocking a park bench watching
cars drive by, clouds drifting in the endless
expanse of blue.

Sixteen years...

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Akin, somewhat
to childhood tale of avian maidens
molting downy wings in haste
lest mortal eyes espy them
bathe in waters silvered
by the lunar light,
and having laved would vanish
winging with the night winds,
to the vastness, infinite,
the stars, east of...

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I need another doe-eyed Doña Lola,
a tungsten-hearted torturer of men.
I crave a further fling at love’s tombola,
to beard the lioness inside her den.

Of course, it always runs into the buffers:
their sex is unremitting, unforgiving:
but he...

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Sixth day,
hexagonal Hour;
is the Light still ours?


Philanthropic rays,
suits who sooty Ways?
beaks a Grain of rice,
is it true what the caw says?


lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows,
Chameleon and doves stand in one row;
Who knows, cage who...

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