Long Unspeaking Poems

Easy to be cruel
against sublime unitarian longings
stewed in outdoor green/blue sunshine
reproducing universal solitude belonging

Within this multiculturally hued
resilient solidarity
I likely feel compassion's warm 
win/win communication 
in/on Earth's most gracefilled
vocationally sacred 
shared interfaith intent

To find every day,...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream...

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Death 
Eternal Void
Unspeaking fear
there's no place
to hide
nor somewhere or some time
nihilism and other thousand of verses
just to explain one terrible feeling
what if the consolation
is the end itself?
What if the answer 
is not in the possibilities...

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I was a little girl     holding mothers hand-
unprepared for the      harsh and brutal     image
of my sister being run over   ...

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This is the story that should not be told

as yet this is being narrated

as it is fresh and not too old

there was silence       

its name was golden

and it had...

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There’s no time for poverty
When there’s magic in the air
So long as there’s food 
There’s no need to care,
And a watertight roof 
Over a persons  head
And the music of trees as 
He lies there...

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Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks. 

Uninspired by thrills of...

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I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps 
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door. 

I own I must pity each...

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Truth lies in these eyes of mine.
You won't look into,
Cannot immerse yourself in...
What's real.
I'm not trying,
Fear of failure or something wicked,
Do only morose things come out of feeling?
A mouth unspeaking,
Potential upbringing,
Sway me in your direction.
It...

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Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times 
That go unsung on emotional climes, 
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's 
Countless merrymakings and strifes. 

And so why do we say crisp verse 
Comes rarer than the bluest...

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Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times 
That go unsung on emotional climes, 
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's 
Countless merrymakings and strifes. 

And so why do we say crisp verse 
Comes rarer than the bluest...

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PALADIN

Expert but understated taciturn lone hero
Sherlock Holmes fiddling with a violin solo
Then James Bond  then Richard Boone
Then Terminator and Bruce Lee (died too soon)
But today’s hero is the computer guy
Who can fix your machine...

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