Long Unmaking Poems

My thing is,
Yang dear,
EarthMother
is much RNA-green older
than mammalian red-DNA Yang.

Yes,
seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit,
I remember this history lesson
from your creation by fairy tale,
how WinWin Paradise YinYin
wonder invited Yang's Patriarchal CoPresence.

Well said,
dearest,
which is exactly why EarthMother
needed...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this...

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I tried to fly
God knows I tried
To bring the cherry back
For children in the nest.
I told old Daedalus
It was the weight of sorrow
That kept me 
In the labyrinth dark
Shivering before the minotaur
I had no weight...

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IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM
HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND
WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED
NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED
AND AMAZED.
SHE SMILED AS IF JIS FEELINGS WEREN'T TO BE HURT
OR AT...

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I speak......the silence unmaking my words,

for here the shade of broken time does dwell.

I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords

that bind me closer than the ghosts to hell.


From Concrete illusions, soft Escape,

the...

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Drunk with pride 
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?

Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.

It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged...

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Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk...

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My sentence: repentance
The prison in which I was the cause
Their motions; their reasons
Where everything was nothing I could want

My mindset; my music
The void that danced along with my soul
Couldn’t answer the silence
Within the sentence of...

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