Long Unshown Poems

Wovoka in the Feverland

In the Dying-Grass Moon came another winter to claim the old and sick.
This was when the first messengers came
To the desolation known as Pine Ridge.
They came riding in at the end of...

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I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown    ...

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My childhood was meant for innocent adventures,  
Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures.
But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds,  
Planting seeds of fear only a shattered soul...

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My childhood was meant for innocent adventures,  
Climbing trees and chasing dreams, not living traumatic ventures.
But you stole that blissful promise with your heinous deeds,  
Planting seeds of fear only a shattered soul...

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I. Birth

From unknown depths, I'm tenderly born,
Seeking truths unshown, my quest begins,
In dreams, I embrace life's tangled sin,
A soul's journey, as time is torn.

II. Love's Embrace

In love's solace, we find our respite,
Hearts entwined, conquering mountains...

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My manifesto is really quite brief.
All I want is to find some relief
from hate and anger that permeates
when life is what we need to celebrate.

"Happy New Year!  Yeah, I know
The same to you. Sorry,...

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If you bear the best of intensions
Then fear not the malicious oppositions
For the case of Christ and Godliness is worth contention
Pursue it heart and soul without concession
For eternity trumps lifetimes in proportion
Seek yourself here and...

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Oh, Sir! Yes... 'tis our wish now to with you go~
A'sea so to be then where your wild winds blow~
Such is reason all it's own down this way we've come~
To harbour's end & seaward mole...

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By any river, all the waterfalls,
Every scene of life, we toast the stars.
we run and we sing, with passion in heart
Just like Kurt's guitar: broken apart.

Shrinking the world, borders go away
In this fantasy, we'd better...

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Ignorance my vanity, That advance,  I the shy serpent's sting poison shown overspread such a thing lay to my immortality. Glory, Love of light, sight freely move sweet delight of treasure and of pleasure...

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You write of loneliness
Anger 
And fear

You look of pain
And truth 
So clear

You claim for shaking 
Quaking 
Neutrality

And its ecstasy 
You claim 
Is the fearless one behind the pain

When I’ve seen
Through ties of woe
Its you who...

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to love and be loved,
two sides upon the same coin,
to have a dalliance with life.
mother grows roses with thorns that pierce,
father controls the darkness of day,
a duo in which to divulge my thoughts.
I am a...

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O man of God whom I love
I consecrate my heart to thee
And to His plan and His will
I have yet to know or see

Sealed up and written
My heart cannot be undone
As is my love for...

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Standing alone, over grasses and cone
  Your dream is blown
Sunshine that touches my skin, wet or dry,
  Your word I woe
Waiting alone over dried leaves and tone
  Your soul unshown
One sunset you...

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Please don't be mean to me
Don't shut me out.

Please be kind to me
Don't blame me
for all this pain about

Please give me a chance
to dance
to different drums
in dialects disparate
as wildly scattered crumbs,
unknown
unshown
unflown
not quite grown.

Bless me with...

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I tell myself that you're just A Friend
it's like we unshown love in a crazy ol' way
I can tell you now we're gonna be tight 'til the end
you don't know it but you make my...

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It is not the words you say.
I know it is just your way.
It’s the ones that you don’t.
Or perhaps maybe you won’t.
It’s the things you haven’t done.
Because when I need tenderness, 
there is none.
It’s the...

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A pristine, hidden stone
Lying in a crevice all it's own
No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan
Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown

Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim
Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim
Purloined quarry...

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My ancient Underwood typewriter, dusty, boxy, charmingly obsolete
Missing p, x and m - still, imperfectly complete
Kept for its craftsmanship and for nostalgic retreat

I wrote my novel (unpublished, unshown) at sixteen
Upon this unwieldy, cranky, clunky, behemoth...

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Uninitiated youth
your heart is strong and mind is sharp
shall you take this passing torch
and trek unflinching thru the dark?

know others then will follow you
and not to show an ego's glow
For you were chosen to hold...

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