Long Unscarred Poems

I’ve recently been reading a book that reminded me of how  little I am in this humongous world

It reminded me of how many boys with the same pigment as me, it reminded me of...

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What is your opposite
for SACRED?

for sexually unscared
unscarred
unscrambled?

SECULAR, I suppose.

Secularization
sounds like desecration,
As sanctification
sounds divinely cooperative,
loving,
and not quite so punishingly competitive

Like win/win eco-political Game Strategies
to optimize and sustain healthy
co-governing polycultural outcomes,
nonviolently,
therapeutically,
restoring mindful peacefulness.

I wonder if we could...

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strife riven island corner, rough hewn by rival visitation
  vexed, looking in, looking out, on the edge of places to go
  thrang in thrall of other realms, banners furling, batons flung
  across...

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They drift gently 
down(downed)?
Into the heart they root,
confetti on desperate streets 
glowing like gilded red roses.
Smell them as they chant your songs..
so very often(semi-pure hearted) they keep things(you) aloft,
far above
the stingers 
the biters of early...

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Too tired,  i thought io myself, to lance this wound again
 So I'll let the sufferings flow where no good tidings go
 And we'll call it a truce in the end.
 Oh, tell me...

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It is the Earth.
A living piece of clay, sculpted from stars and darkness,
A cosmic wound, silent yet full of echoes.
On its body, rivers carve maps of time,
And its mountains, like petrified prayers,
Rise toward a sky...

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—wThis Thing Called Aging



1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years,
I have been thinking I have had
Enough of being old, being
Pleasant about this form of present:
I have had enough of this aging task.
I wish...

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As the moon drifts away on the sea
I'm shivering in the freeze
Of a lonely breeze

Stars cascade on my mind
I'm just looking for what's mine
Pretending to feel fine

A meteor shower isn't what I need
As I'm falling...

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I was walking by a tree the other day…composing poems inside my head
when a breeze blew the tree’s branches open wide, “Would you like to climb? He said.

When I was a child I’d run right...

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They said the sun would rise again,
But not how red it burns at dawn—
A bleeding orb above the hills,
Where shadows march and boys are drawn.

We kissed our mothers’ hands goodbye,
The station rang with rust and...

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Reminiscing of past and present
Wadding through the swamplands
Hiding from the ominous intruder
Decieving the manic attempts

Partly relying on the defenseless
While still behind the strong
Standing tall beyond the enemy's grasp
Watching detailed movements

Yeah, though I walk swiftly
Amoung a...

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I Am Not your doormat
                              ...

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The Fight for Freedom 
Three or four thousand years ago, 
The ancient Greeks fought for Liberty 
As now we know. 
And before them, the persecuted Jews, 
Rebelled against the yoke of tyranny. 
Although the ?ght...

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The Fight for Freedom 
Three or four thousand years ago, 
The ancient Greeks fought for Liberty 
As now we know. 
And before them, the persecuted Jews, 
Rebelled against the yoke of tyranny. 
Although the ?ght...

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In my pursuit of knowledge, I will define my destiny
Shedding the insulting notions that so many others have conceived
And remove the cloaks, which you have draped over me

In my pursuit of awareness, i will seek...

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My childhood was moments of open opportunity
When we showed our spirit so uninhibited
An age that assured our souls truly existed
Childhood was when I would feel and express
All that I now hide and captures me frightened
Moments...

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There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.

Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted...

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The sweetest love I ever knew,
Was a secret love not given.
A sublimating ecstasy--
A symphony from Heaven. 
                  ...

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My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees secure
Batos and songs rinsed in the azure.

Then came doom laden...

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The man is lion of this jungle
Armies to him are humble.
He runs non stop to make things run
And never let's a crawl walk until it runs.
The man runs the world
But he would keep running in...

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Beauty Beyond The Skin



Beauty in the ancient past must have been far more than skin deep and a sight for sore eyes

Every person, place, and thing in the entire universe was unmarred, unscarred, and undisturbed

Animals...

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Help! Help me! 
I've committed a crime so stupid
Why didn't I listen to the signs
They held 'Forbidden' written in blood
yet I was too intrigued by curiosity 
to tuck tail turn away
The fruit so sweet, so...

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May swept in with heavy showers
Showers which bid me to shed off my attires
And bask in their glory!

The coldness of the waters hit my skin
And seemed to penetrate into my bones
Shaking me up from my...

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“THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS WINNING OR LOSING. THERE IS ONLY WINNING OR LEARNING.”

Thank you Anna Lund, for allowing me to use your words to weave this lyric!

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You never learned to live your life
And...

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Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive,
Broken crayons, yet they thrive.
Purple persists in its royal grace,
Pink too, in its delicate embrace.

Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred,
Yet each color, its essence unscarred.
A tapestry woven, albeit frail,
In their imperfection,...

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