Long Unfathomably Poems

Zen Death Haiku

Brittle cicada shell,
little did I know
you were my life!
—Shuho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Returning
as it came,
this naked worm.
—Shidoken, translation by Michael R. Burch

As dew glistens
on a lotus leaf,
so too I soon must vanish.
—Shinsui,...

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Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams
I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams
Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed
Hanging at the last thread, giving in...

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What about you?
Is there anything you've been working on
for many centuries?

Well, as a son of Father Sun,
I have been moving toward family and tribal justice
within a global climate of peace
as politically integrative  internal empowerment
with...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths, crown heads
perspiring, chanting and glancing down
on marching, mechanical arms, then...

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This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness

Deception deceives...

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I know I can’t write down 
All I feel these days tonight
But, I believe you all get what I mean
When I say that I feel alone all over again

Maybe, it’s because not many individuals really...

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Claim the Skies Back
Eastern Alleppo, weighed down like a ghetto
Destroyed like Navaho 
By the unfathomably destructive deeds
of a single generation
Distorted venerations based on misinterpretations
Perpetuate these continuingly heinous altercations
Contriving unjustifiable infiltrations
Forcing unnecessary segregations of nation upon...

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Before the Big Bang brought star dust 
To the interstellar scene
It must have been something like 
An unfathomably immeasurable self-inducing 
Divinely driven dream machine.
Mind forming matter as imagination 
Up the ladder 
Rungs of time;
Step by...

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I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to what end? 
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down...

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I've since looked at Kiss IV by Munch about his relationship with Tulla Larsen and may revisit poem this as I feel differently about this painting now...

Inspired by the painting by Edvard Munch - Eye...

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Years gone by I photographed
The sun rise and set, capturing
Kaleidoscopic colors cascading
Dawn to dusk across the untouchable touch
Of God’s unfathomably deep skies.
Overlooking cathedral towers and
Ancient battle fields where blood flowed warm and red;
Church steeples standing...

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Dear Rain 
The natural studio I have often visited 
In the late June July August visit 
A good singer I am still not yet 
But I am toned on whenever you visit 
Wet my voice...

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like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large.
Self aware beings truly not aware of much.
Self impressed with no reason to be. 
Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence.
Compression point coming.
Evolution...

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Every closet has those - haunting sockets, death white bones, hollow smiles..
Skeletons in the closet.
Mine too, bigger ones and a few smaller, calmly taunting
with each creak of open door..
Most times I am lost in their...

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THE WELL

The emptiness inside,
unfathomably deep,
indescribably wide,
a void that will not fill
though pack it tight we will
with endless striving:
relationships, places, things.
Hauntingly, the space remains
a vacuum.

There is a well, a living spring,
meant to baptize everything:
the emptiness,
the blank...

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You can't remember how things used to be
before this business with the ring began.
’Twas on display where all who passed could see;
under its spell, you broke the glass and ran.

With neither explanation nor a need,
you...

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Something nice from someone not so nice,
Happy things that distract you so much you become sad,
Liking someone leading to stress about liking them,
Not being able to breathe because you are on top of the world...

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Man's begotten by God not to be perfect but to be good
You and I, all fallible who perpetrate the mark of Cain

Imperfections, attributes to be well-pleased of
Moving on beyond impossibilities and nonentity
Perfections, just dreams -...

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Alone. Terribly, unfathomably alone. 
Silently, within the void I churn. 
Brilliantly, in hopes to be made known
I'll condemn all that I am to burn. 

Reaching. Into the void my warmth is reaching. 
My aura pulsing,...

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In vastness lies a secrecy,
Held tighter by unreasonably
Large matters which our mind
Can't reach and simply falls behind;
Yet, wondering in the place of these,
Set right by those whose bias means
That even as we lose our grip
We've...

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