Long Undiagnosed Poems

This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping in from new-born leaves,
not yet full grown into this year's tree-lacing dress,
soaking in from saturated soil,
slurping into his complexly...

Read More

(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than considerably greater than  fourteen months when another official will...

Read More

At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream 
The best wish everyone could have
That caress the precious grace per luck 
Which colors achievement
And can be counted on as reinforcement cum hard...

Read More

Nothing to hold, yet
Everything--withheld
Strained by light, becoming a shadow, hiding in that shell
Crawling in the dream a brief reality

Hell no I said
I laugh because it's funny, you know?
But for some reason unknown to me 
I'm...

Read More

There are so many people in the world
Who have missing marbles
Many go undiagnosed
But they really don't possess full sanity


There are so many people who commit violent acts
So many people who take lives
So many people who...

Read More

What strange cascades course down my spine -
invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed.
I only can liken them to rain or wind.
Sometimes they are as a shower -
pitter-pattering lightly down my back.
Other times they make...

Read More

Lean into me Luv,
abandon the logic of romance,
be naked in the nature of my need,
pant openly as weightlessness prickles your pink parts,

Tonight I do not want your love,
I don't deserve it anyway, a villian in...

Read More

Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing...

Read More

Maybe just maybe I am and always
have been an

Undiagnosed

Apoplectically archetypal orthodox

Dislexic

Who unfortunately tried to spell 
it out to anyone willing to listen 

But obviously my words came out
all mixed up and wrong

So I never made...

Read More

Ignorance doesn’t ask questions, 
thinks it’s weak to be confused 
reliance on interpretations 
doesn’t second guess the clues
arrogance shows what it knows 
communicates itself with vigour 
as if surrounded by those slow 
to demonstrate their...

Read More

Every cell in my body’s tweeting out pain
Something undiagnosed like a speeding train
Wants to kill my physical but not my brain
So I’ll just keep dictating my life’s refrain.

If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the...

Read More

Mama cried nearly every day
Depression then undiagnosed
Tears shed, no apparent reason
Confined to bed, embryo posed

No words seemed to lift her spirits
Her children thought that they’d done wrong
We offered smiles, encouragement
At times we gathered ‘round in...

Read More

Esteemed Mr. Elly reveres science
 friendly, Aibohphobia undiagnosed 
always studying, thinking constantly
Azotemic energy, breathing theories 
ideas enlightened, eliciting fawning students
readily schematize and azotize 
enjoying and debating 
behavior – memetic.
ideas of mehitzas, encouraged 
muddy ammocete gently...

Read More

The intrusive thought of murder
Haunts me day to day.
All brought about by pure anger-
Pure rage.

Rare, and
Undiagnosed.
When will it end?
Can’t handle to sound of a voice.
A voice that’s supposed to bring love,
Causes me to seek blood.
My...

Read More

I told myself before she was born I would never put her in any form of torment but it feels like she's absorbing all the horror that's forming..it's torture knowing she's not with me and...

Read More

Though our birth we don't remember, for it was long before our memory
as we depend on those before us and those before we were conceived
To carry on, in the tradition, to reinforce what we believe,
but...

Read More

It comes to me that every street
or patch of crowded humanity
has become a battle zone.

The fight is muddled the cause unclear.
The sky rains tears of spite and rage
and it comforts us not.

Did the sunflowers stop...

Read More

"Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede
Pauperum tabernas regumque turris"
Death comes in many forms
And never counts the cost.

A brutal suicide bewilders,
Desolate are the young mother's children.

Carelessness leaves undiagnosed
The condition that kills a grandmother
And a family is left...

Read More