Long Unknowingness Poems

I lie, 
on my large comfort bed.. 
counting seconds,
syncing my heartbeat,
with the tick of the great white clock,
above my head. 
What I'm thinking, 
even I do not know..
Clouds have formed on my thoughts...
Fogs have scathed...

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The darkness within calls as I walk the line between Heaven and Hell. God’s compassion and tranquility pulls me closer to his divine light. 

The  mental, physical pain lie deep with my being and...

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Memory

I am my memory.
This piece of the world, this brief sprouting
Amongst many thinking radishes, 
Exists only as resonances within 
Lacy neurons; Flanders’ delicate patterns 
Sustained by glial skeletons, 
Beyond the spider’s web or silent
Snowflake in...

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Bathed in delightful unknowingness I keep to myself.
I am not tempted to jump into the sewer of negativity I see unfolding 
The pool that often times seem to saturate and permeate this pack.
I refer to...

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The softness of your being; 
the effervesence of your presence;
perfectly composed and untroubled;
(This is how I see you)

Easy going surrounds you like sucklings
under their mothers wings;
quiet; undisturbed; breathing easy;
(This is how I see you)

Your misterious...

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Poetry notebook in my jittery hand, I vacillate
   what if she finds it dull… obtuse…
   beneath her... culturally insensitive?
What if she laughs at its pathos,
   groans at its length,...

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WHERE I AM FREE


My freedom lies beyond 
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
which furl and unfurl in slow dawns

Here there are no gates
latches or rusty keys
nobody entices with tickets
to...

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SILENT HOMES

Silence 
            cloak of protection 
worn longing for
               ...

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They were once fine, 
long-fingered and aristocratic:
photographed resting lightly 
on a model's shoulder 
as she wore a mink 
while clutching a Gucci.

In childhood they played 
like all kids' hands play:
clutching, grabbing, throwing, 
waving to unseen...

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No mind or body in the Ethers--
continuance, a breath of cool air.
No thoughts penetrate, and neither
beauty nor wisdom can function there.

Is this motionless place without soul,
or the substance from which souls emerge?
Perhaps it's unending love...

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My wedding day is special because

I stalked the prey
baited the trap
lured her unsuspectingly
out of the thicket
into the openness of love.
Circled stealthily her resistance
creeping ever closer,
listening to the thunder
of her beating heart,
feasting on the scent
of her...

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