Long Unprocessed Poems

I have heard prayers of others that, not only could  I not pray, but what I heard made me squirm.  These are dear and good people, and I feel that their hearts are...

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Don't assume I write with an aim or end in sight, my ambition isn't with the pen the paper or the mic, I'm not reaching to be famous or for riches or for hype, writing...

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(prelude) 
 
  the buzzing of the evening insects 
  presage evil ! 

  here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends 
  and here are blackest of demons...

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Own emotional wounds
                                Waiting...

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Let us be….

Let us be cast by winds 
holding on to nothing but each other’s company  
swaying this way and that, 
displaying our fragile brittle states,
seasonal winds lashing us up and down,
sun baking our...

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a doomed affair


when a young doctor/padre came to the convent 
to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited
when he touched her arm, her impulse was 
to kiss him,...

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Nothing is ultra pristine pure
Nothing is completely denuded of contamination
There is always something foreign,
lurking hidden somewhere, in there.

Often being unaware of contamination is blissful,
for the disclosure disturbs the faith and destroys trust 
we have in...

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The innocent minds that grew up
the hurt that forced us
the effortless smile that appealed through,
quiet nights with breakthrough’s.

The fears overcame covered in love
the ending pain is bombarded often
the rope of hope keeps corroding 
the other...

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I flung free my terrace garden pane
Assured that wherever my eyes feign
Beauty expects this worn soul to bare
A rhyme to wish rare birds do I share
The eaves of my rooftop linger so
The pitter-patter of raindrops...

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You had access to all the world’s resources,
Over nature, you had sway;
With newly acquired prosperity,
You had your own way;
Of green forests – industrial land acquisition;
Of all good sense – contraception,
Upon us, you have brought the...

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Stirred.
Blurred.
Deferred.

A haze of thoughts.
In the raw.
Unprocessed unpolished.
Ethereal feral.
Impulses really.

I might drown.
A sea of ambiguity.
Random content 
in my private universe.
 
At times, I can’t be bothered.
At times, I want them loud and clear.
At times, I want...

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There needs to be vanity,
Or a dark twist to the story.
   A demon angel, Michael
Basking in his glory.

   Then there must be a 
Wicked witch from the West.
   She...

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Indistinct, they circumnavigate in the raw ~ 
they’re thoughts unprocessed and unpolished
ethereal and feral, nothing more than impulses really 

If it were up to me, I might drown in that sea of ambiguity
and forego all...

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“Manuscript” 


activating pulse frequency
shifting unseen 
the new heards

in numbers 
multitudes tagged
now seen 

steered to better light fields of green
empowered consciousness electric, 
new songs for sown ancient seeds

planted deep, the hidden, 
washed in warmer energy,
unsung light...

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Appetites belie intelligence
Heat the quantum furnace
Furious bellows endure the excitement
Behold...!

Can you not hear the rumble brewing?

Butchers trained
To spin the looms
Tailors primed
To know a good cut when they see one

Everybody washes their hands
We have a guest!

Creator?
How...

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I am so glad I am alive
To feel the soft touch of breeze
To listen to the vibrancy of vocal sounds
To wave my body in joy as instinct calls
Even in a confined space of my own
Gratitude...

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Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.

See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the...

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For as long as I can remember 
I played the peacemaker role
Depend on me as the glue guy
As I try to keep things in control

Don't worry I won't rock the boat
Will keep things safe and...

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These events,
Gentle cataclysms,
Sweet, soft earthquakes,
Spasm on wet sand 
And smoky panes
With tremors;
Seismic finger paintings
In dust and condensation,
Illicit pictures,
Despairing wordplay.

When you are gone
I will mourn
As if death
Has claimed you,
Packed you in a box
In the ground;
The earth...

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Cody Road, Cody Road I miss you Cody Road.
You were the road as a child that took me to my grandma's house.
You were the path in Mobile Terrace, Mobile Alabama that I love.
We played in...

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I have a heart not pumping not feeling
It hangs on my chest serving no purpose
I want it to hurt but it got nothing
Dried all up of life's forgotten repose.

I am soaked in decades unprocessed truth
Forever...

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EMOTIONS

emotions:
Universal language of
The subconscious,
Unprocessed feelings of
Inner self

Your thunderous silence 
Supersedes any utterance
The conscious can offer 
Bringing thus understanding
To the hearts and minds of
Men  
 
Blessed is the one who the
Plethora of your expressions
Can master...

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stepping outside into the air to rest
kissed by the breeze, gently caressed
lingering in stillness, feeling less oppressed 
though dreams swirl, reluctant to manifest

does a knight in armour puff out his chest
to save me from the...

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I wake up exhausted.
The feelings are there.
I go through the motions of living my life.
Just another day to get through.
Tie my shoe.
What do I do?
Oh yeah, tie the other one.
A brick is pulling me down...

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