Long Vermillion Poems

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That...

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Verse 1: My destiny...
My dignity...
Is all gone since you left me with nothing to lose
I'm willing to let go of this grudge in my heart...cut loose the noose 
That's around my neck
Give me your love...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the dream

In passing from childhood to adulthood
Innocence to responsibility
Firm new role...

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I will make a collage of my college days
Just like I did with my High School days...at least in my mind every May as long as the memories stay with me...I know they won't stray...

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Verse 1: Hating can hurt...taking off my shirt 
Fading can make you feel like dirt 
Sometimes, I feel beautiful and high as a kite
Other days, I feel like a cow patty on the ground...you love...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to...

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*Image of Hikers Warning by Pixabay.

Out Of The Way

As a self-proclaimed ruler of my person, I am mindful of the internal convictions, external constitutions as Lord overseer of my spotless realm,

Upon my own free will,...

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Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo 
Oxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Seriously, madly in love once more
What am I waiting for? What AM I waiting for? 
You ain't no bore and you're more exciting than a folklore 
You are my future in store
So what am...

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How it feels to be in my shoes,
Humming softly the sacred blues
Of yesterday's tomorrow
And its saturated sorrow 
Because it's okay to cry your heart out
When it shatters into shards of drastic doubt 
You know what...

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The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your-your wretch-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
             ...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico
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"Penny Dreadful"





Penny Dreadful
Penny Dreadful

Do you remember when?
That time long before Formaldehyde kicked in?
When the Transformer grew your freedom wings, blew your neurons in?
That time when your story kissed her Blue Violet bleeding grin?
A wet ripe...

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William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels,
he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to the south moving towards us on horseback, 
an estimated 100...

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Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 5

Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 4

your body 
that’s fond of tv-soap

with its un-worldly moonlight 	and worldly tricks and posterings
as if  		it wants to plough
a thin winter 	that is attached firmly		with a mermaid...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around...

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"Smoke Signals"




Her wet lips
long slender fingers
flipped the lit cigarette
3 
seconds 
it glowed
inhaled deep, 
hard
and real slow
crushed under
Vermillion 
manolo blahnik 
killer, 
Capital K
long bare legs in
deadly brutal
stilletos

The taste wasn’t sweet
Her last kiss
tasted of Manuka
and violet scented
dom...

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I don't know the why of such a dream, nor why it is a combination of both fact and fiction.  The family in the dream is a fact of history, but the family size...

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When morning breaks in shades of wine...
  with claret skies to blush the dawn...
     I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
       ...

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So sick, ashamed, tuke-deh-blaim guilty 
And tired of your sarcastic comments that tease me on purpose
Really not an accidental thing in the first place
Crazy talk I do on a daily basis
Aggravated beyond reason and logic...

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Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair 
Tired of being your nightmare...

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