Long Uncloaked Poems

What mountain’s top holds truth’s last stand,
 its vista viewed as life’s specific grandeur;
 promised above earth’s horizon,
 soon home to you, this present era’s raconteur;
 prized perch upon and soon so manned,
 spirits to...

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I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only...

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How many years did I plant
 dig and dig up again and silently rant
where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there
 at first, not well planning where 
this one or that...

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I scrubbed the shame from under my fingernails,
as if guilt could be washed like dirt.
Cold showers never baptized the ache; 
just gave it discipline,
a neat little collar for the beast inside.

They called me godly.
I stood...

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To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were...

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The puzzle of my hallow poetry
all the words a jumble
chaotic, formless, scrambled
an uproar unfathomable.

Deep are the caves perpetual I fall
searching for words eternal
poetry unfading and immortal.

Endless as the stars that glow,
and boundless as the ocean...

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Under a blue moon

He becomes my dream

A secret uncloaked

Emotion unveiled

A mystery revealed

Existence of warmth

between my subconscious

and implicit knowledge

..And it is there

`Neath the soft spot 

of this heart

where crimson bleeds

 its velvets

upon his bare breath

It is...

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Begin by stripping my skin to the bone
Misfortune is baked in layers
Mania in DNA is more than kin
I trust nurture entwined with nature

Tattered veils obscure perspective's light
Shameful gauzes are undressed
Ran madly half-bare to sis's arms
Suicidal...

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Conscience

Rattling around through the attic
 Of twisting pathways –
Buried deep in cellars
 Waiting to speak
Always present – 
 Illuminates
Returning phantoms of ambivalence
 That won’t stay out of sight;
Lies 
 Refusing to stay silent;
Rationales pushed down...

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 Under a half  moon
He becomes my dream
A secret uncloaked
Emotion unveiled
A mystery revealed
Existence of warmth
between subconscious
and implicit knowledge
And it is there...
`neath the soft spot of my heart
where crimson bleeds its velvet
upon his bare breath
Its...

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**I.**  
Does my radiance scorch your comfort?  
Does my presence rattle your idols?  
You call me delusional—  
Yet tremble when I speak without chains.

**II.**  
You offer pills like prayers, ...

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Evening left you signaling the chime
The witness standing back in your eyes,
Pin shut lips
Words without a shot glass

          Pouring freely down vacant streets.

Pages of the past...

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Beneath a half moonlight

you become my dream

a secret uncloaked

emotion unveiled

existence of warmth

between subconscious

and implicit knowledge

And it is there

'neath the soft spot of my heart

where crimson bleeds its velvets

upon your bare breath

Its there where blushful lips

loose...

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Winter’s hoar…frost..
has bled the maples
Crimson, marks
the torn throat of morn.

Summer’s sullen forays
have scared the natural
blush of Fall.
Would the wood recover
from the toxic fumes of man?

Radiant the sun which bombs
the atmosphere, a blight of cancer
upon the...

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Tonight I write a letter
I mail it to myself
I blow away the dust
and  place it on our shelf
Tonight I mail a letter
Address it~ 'To my dove'
Pretending it is you
Still sending out your love
Pretending its...

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She will call me by so many names,
As I watch her set the fire,
Though her eyes are hidden in the flames,
They reflect what she desire's...
As her satin cloak hid by the smoke,
Slowly seems to disappear,
The...

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The prophets spoke
The explanation of their ritual
But nothing provoked
In them faith infinitesimal
As a mustard seed
While scribes choked the spiritual
With logics and weed
Poets alight with the supernatural
Symbols uncloaked
From the weight of the traditional
And fresh fires stoke
Upon...

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Gasping for air, I passed out
Thinking about what we could be
Sad and depressed I feel
Looking back or forward
I'm lost

Tossed into the Ocean 
And yet I didn't get wet
The beginning of horror
Pure sadness
Uncloaked I feel

Kneeling beside...

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A melody unchained in my mind 
a movement uncloaked 
and I'm undone 
missing of musings esteemed 

write for me a song so sweet 
a soliloquy of love 
painted in a mid-day dream 
where two hearts come...

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