Long Unwounded Poems

Dark chances,
unhealthy and unsafe trauma 
HiStories

Degenerating predative dogmas
not wanting to let go of ballistics
even for dawning light's sacred peace promise
to grab full-immersion hold
and heal dark mythologies
lose now and again later ecologies
repeat rehearsed
inside-only voiced economies
exploiting dark...

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If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside communion lives
flowing out emphatic communication love

We cannot continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn,
unpleasant,
numb.

When I try to sing this earnest prayer
with only my heady...

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Born of wombs
for premeditated health
and restoring nutritional wealth,

We might warmly anticipate
a more win/win democratic living Earth communion,
more like an organic gardening womb
than a lose/lose political capital-overinfested swamp,
filling in with unhealthy communities,
filling in with dysfunctional nuclear-ballistic...

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The letter stays sealed within the envelope unread and faded 
Bringing neither hope, nor memories blurred or jaded 
The day it came I could not know
Which destiny the words would hold.
Out of fear I refused to break...

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There are some,
from birth are marked by melancholy,
The silent shades of sorrow,
are their congenial haunts.
The glades of grief are the only places,
their leaf can flourish.
Others, who through some crushing misfortune, 
Being brought so low,
never holding...

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Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment

A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.

Instead,
in this organic preternatural 
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships

Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum...

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I assumed we would be together
That’s what you falsely led me to believe

But now I’m left here with heartache 
Betrayed, dishonored and deceived

I must admit, I was convinced, because you talk a good game
But now...

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Down through the greener woods of Uma,
Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace,
Near the dik dik’s habitat,
As the antelope took off to escape the rage,
Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded,

Upon the trees...

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This love is a needle ,
It pricks my gentle chest,
Like a thorn it tears my tissues away ,
A great sensation of pain caresses my soul,
Sweet yet unbearable,
Like the sky on mercury retrograde.



It burdens my soul...

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This love is a needle ,
It pricks my gentle chest,
Like a thorn it tears my tissues away ,
A great sensation of pain caresses my soul,
Sweet yet unbearable,
Like the sky on mercury retrograde.



It burdens my soul...

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The unmistakable scent of damp wool coats drying,
Has a pleasant way of mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee,
Every seat in the livingroom is full, everyone watching TV.
Twenty four hours of, what else, football! football!!!...

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"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601:

Along a path of solitude I tread,
flanked on either side by watchman trees,
a lush green canopy above my head,
in foliage the flutter of...

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He's like the wind that blows softly through me
Giving me a sense of feeling secure.
He is the answer to my every dream.
My hurting heart has found a loving cure.
I have suffered many times before.
So many...

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the man who lied to me knew 
that immortality is the best kind of lie 
that pain is closer to the soul than happiness 
secrets known only by the old watchmakers 
and the erudite antiquarians...

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I wake up to see a sky gray but untroubled
But will my day unfold, remaining unwounded?

The forecast says mild rains will come in a short while,
But will the flowers get drenched awake unwounded?

A fledgling bird...

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