Long Unsacred Poems

Sometimes pandemic people share
pieces of our unspeakable personal story

That no health care worker,
sex therapist player,
or green resonant systems organizer
wants to hear,
much less smell,
or touch,
or deeply feel...

I flinch, sometimes.

Wince.

Maybe flirt with longer-term
dissociation,
to protect myself
from suicide
to protect...

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Lone Wolf”   Written by John Moses Freeman

A lone wolf far from the pack of his concern, entertains by flute in hopes of an appearance from Great White Father. Many moon have passed and...

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how could there ever be justification for murder in war...
rational function of hatred, so unsacred
my patience exist no more...
a theory that contradicts the so called sanctity of life. 
explosions from soldiers as they mascarade through...

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My thoughts which I bear
They are my own
Born of my flesh and blood
From my Holiest place
Far above me, deep within my womb
Created in my own image.

My thoughts, they are my own
They are of me
My own...

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I dare not to enter this zone,
The zone of fantasy that is forbidden.
I’m talking about the forbidden fruit, 
That fruit in which they feed off of.
I must shield my eyes from this zone,
It is perverted...

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I'm so sick of all the judgment,
                            ...

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Winter survivors
open downstream
thawing toward cooperative green thrivers

Spring green economic
and democratic empowering,
multiculturing fertile resilience

On through summer climax
and then autumnal equinox 0-range
Transitions back to winter's more vaccinated closing

Closeted fear of losing
survivalist right brain terrified
by white privileged winter
punishing...

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All the riches and the uncontrolled lust
the alluring world can offer humans instantly,
will never affect the truest believer  
who dares not embody the devil waging war;
not to wear fine clothes and lustrous gold,
not to...

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A man behind bars,
Committed for a crime he did not do,
The wife on the outside,
Thinking this could not be true,
Evidence says otherwise,
Frame could it be,
Being wrongly convicted,
Accused and deceived,
Does she stay with him,
Or pray he...

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From an  inkling, a mirror image of lust is burned at the back of the mind
for this, love is the poison arrow as shot by our insatiable desires - love itself, so behind

Self indulgence...

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XCIII

A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?

Then suddenly at dawn my...

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Velvet winter’s bitter kiss
Escorts my soul to unholy Bliss
As teeth impale, my neck compelled
To embrace his unsacred gift

I am filled with blasphemed pain
As I am born anew
In damned unrest I will remain
A` vie je de...

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