Long Unstitched Poems

An oval shape—a ghostly pane,
A frame of whispers, soft refrain.
It hung in quiet, out of view,
Where silence slept and shadows grew.

I glimpsed “the oval window, a portal to another dimension,”
A whispered truth beyond convention.

Glass like...

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Travelling upon the dusty roads of finite unwinding existence,
Grit seconds embed in the treads of ragged unstitched shoes,
The day turns to night with resigned, mute inevitability
And night turns to day in return with no other...

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The man in front of me is a broken one,
and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue,
in cement,
in something meant to hold things
To hold him
To hold myself and others together.

Yet he binds himself
with puppet strings,...

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This is for those who hide their heads and their hearts in
the hoods of their hoodies, hiding from the peripheral world
and sinking into their carpal tunnel world, who let the lyrics
from their ipod vibrate their...

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When you fall at your lowest depth you must begin to find the path
Find Your way out of the crumbled ruins of life
Digging deep within ones self is a hard climb
Tragedy, doubt, refraining to reconcile...

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Wherever you go, wherever you hide
Like an unstitched thread, they tangle behind,
Leaving a foul smell of hopes dried
Making you feel shy sometimes, 
Letting you judged by unknown eyes,
Desires, they don't die

Cut off the strings with...

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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close...

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Your name comes to my lips
when I kiss and reach bliss
yet you have naught to do with it

This unconscious rememberance is recognition of how
I hold on tight while letting go
like a snake
hanging head dangling down...

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One first flight, Columbia’s name.
Seven souls aboard, bound for fame.

Six days, then ten, experiments thrive,
Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive.

Sixteen days, the Earth they skim,
Reentry calls—light fades dim.

Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound,
A breach unseen, the heat...

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creatures of the shadows of the dawn and the dusk 
older than iron and clay ..blood and rust 

the secrets of darkness surviving on the thoughts of others

unstitched by imagination when eyelids are uncovered 

legends...

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Tik tok goes the clock
With each set of time
Her energetic vibrant being
turns frail
She who i'll never call by her name

In retrospect,she raged
Against this decadent diabolical world
She raged to give her bairns the best  of...

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High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark,
Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark,
The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade,
And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade.

The...

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Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time 
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage 
and we need...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded...

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Let’s not go,
let’s not reach anywhere.
The toenails have started digging in the earth, 
to make peace with the distress response
of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender.

And the surrogate mother will abandon
the child for the father...

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The melody of the silent wind spoke
to the lonely road towards the twilight hour.
Cute footsteps of the moonbeam 
thrilled the seashore besides the divine power.


Sweet giggle of the heartbeat of the waves
embroidered the fashion coat...

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