Long Unforgiven Poems

“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives...

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Everyone has the freedom of choice 
Everyone has an expressiveness to save their own voice
Who are you who am I to judge this choice 
You don't know me
You don't know me
 I may have ...

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We are the days that we’ve become. 
moments dripping gifted from
the lounging clocks in rolling melted sightings, 
given by the gifted madness of a soulmate’s fightings. 

Our lives wrapped up in phrases coined
in books like,...

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You’re up close and personal
Hold up, I’m trying to stand tall
Lift me up before I fall
Tell me just for a minute
If you love me bit by bit
I’m just screaming aloud in this pit,
Tears falling out...

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"Angels & Demons"




The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson 
Life spent in The Hard Sell

Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia 
mouth sucking a loaded gun

blue ribbonned and veined
pulsing electricity 
from heart to lung to brain

you’re a...

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Today August 29th, 2021 sluggishness dogs yours truly

Forecasting to thunderous applause
fast as greased lightning draws
upon futuristic atmospheric gewgaws
hot air emanates out these slackened jaws
spluttering courtesy indentured maws
armed with four footed tall paws
gesticulations resembling horizontal seesaws....

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Meritocracy is nurtured through discerning differences
between regenerative and degenerative information.

Aristocracy is controlled and maintained
against revolutionary change
by both regenerative and degenerative energy patterns
of historic entitlement.

Merits and demerits
are nurtured and avoided.

Aristocrats and slaves are controlling and controlled
primarily...

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Do not look to me with questioning eyes - I do not possess the answers you seek 
cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue or smell the withered flowers 
along your path. My heart...

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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews...

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April has come but March still lingers, this is the reality of the east winds,
April and May, a the time for poets, as they write off the tyranny of reality,
Fickleness and uncertainty, has always been...

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It matters not no I think this is so and thus it is no?
Yea, I do believe this to be the way it shall be
From this past moment justly risen and so it will 
Catering...

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Lust of the flesh is sin.
Sin is lust of the flesh.
Try repeating this one once.
What word was miss-pronounced?
Hearing is believing.
With fellowship and greeting.
Duffing our sacred billow caps.
To gifts of public speaking.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved,...

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Time is your only friend,
That stays with you from beginning to end.
An immortal guide for your immortal life,
On this very short little ride.

From the womb to the tomb,
Just a short put to doom.
Spanning the years,
Flames...

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Expressed love on what was paper thin,

Read between the lines and see subliminal messages buried within,

Is it a sin?

To remain unforgiven from actions done upon innocent victims,

Acts of violent rage unleashes the beast from the...

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It's been five long years,
Although it seems a thousand lifetimes ago...
It marked the beginning of fresh new fears for me-
The day my mother became my foe...

I would'nt believe it could happen.
The thought never crossed my...

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Where has the time gone is todays only question
If there is no true answer please forward me your suggestion
It seems that I have woke up and found myself in the future
awakened to the struggles of...

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The Askance was already gone before the end of the candle-fill chamber
And through the door I went… of whom might this Befallen I’ll meet?}

“Your long awaited presence is finally to be seen
And how I’ve yearn...

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Its the tongue and cheek when the compulsive liars always speak,

Act bleak as they continue to sneak-a-peak,

Of what leaks the poison they continue to drink,

Wander aimlessly in the dark... clockwork makes you distraught,

So I start...

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In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.   
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning...

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Oh! Why didn’t I know earlier?
That I was being trodden into pain,
The pain that could leave my heart in unamendable pieces,
Pieces that are so difficult to forget the past,
The past that is now the painful...

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The council meets, all hours, to hear old batty dames yell, what a *****,
we don't think she's a good person, because she doesn't look and act like us.

The soldier's hall considers, is it fair to...

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Soul stripped.

Flesh ripped. 

Hope lost.

Time moves on not heeding the cost.

Hurt buried aside in the ditch.

Anger flares like a flip of the switch.

Fist tenses,
Wrenching blood from within.
Fingers pawing at the line of life,
White with streaks...

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Long ago, before my earth was round, the light of my room made me feel even more depressed than I already was, a low flickering of the lamp unbetraying me, my mother's bed reminding me...

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The Eternal Fires of Damnation

Should you believe in heaven
Must you then believe in hell
For those who do not believe

The eternal fires of damnation

For all the innocents must believe
In what we the “churches” tell them
And to...

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VIRGIN OF BOIS de BOULOGNE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
Grace of the son of man, though gone from me
still shines a beacon, far as I can see,
and of the sins for which I pay
all unforgiven, and will stay,
My...

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