Long Unfastening Poems

He, a seeker after Truth, set out
on an audacious journey
to see his old master

with a handful of blooms	
he paused before the open door.

from deep meditation 
the squatted figure, looked up. 
in a trance, he saw...

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Chasing Rainbows

I've never believed in chasing rainbows.
How would I find the end of one of those?
Where do they begin? Where do they close?
I never have learned where one quickly goes.

It's as elusive as a night...

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                              life knobby knotty
  ...

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Porky Pig plastic bank, streaked with tears
Offered at my parent's bedside as they quarrel
          over money scarce like the scent of angels
Bickering exhaustion
   ...

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When the New York City jazz deafened
With fiddles through the fogs 
A random of birds buried themselves down within 
The cloudless sky more than ever.
Nothing else appeared to recovery through the dust 
Of the moonlight...

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Depress gasp peddle
make jest mettle, mannequin IQs
easy to steering will move

Simple-minded plan acceleration,
night shift flux be
turbo stupidity

Oxy dark vacillation
speedily end in
moronic wind tunnel termination

Pulse crash dummies
swerve change rational lanes
dash bored recklessly

Cranial balloon buffoons
always gon fail
those...

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She was ethereal in her beauty.
 I always loved her of course.
 But only from a respectful distance.
 She collected glass animal's.
 I always gave her one for birthdays.
 She would kiss my cheek in...

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Inside the skull 
Tenderly kept a bud 
Petals are held
together tight 
Containing all the
beauty 
The driving force of
the world 
Like that of fingers
in strength 
Clinched into a fist

 
The fist looses its
fingers 
 In love...

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Unfastening clusters shining 
one treasure in the mind
planted with seed of joy 
you're the life within this garden

Sunlight of you absorbs into my being
petals blushing lips of truth gently whispers
Blowing in the wind beautiful flowering...

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Shelf life of lights 
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A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine 
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been 
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.

Days are,...

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I walked by the old cafe on Rue De Sienne and heard an angel playing harp 
a cherub an ethereal mome bewitching me and playing softly with my heart 
she wore a halo made of...

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