Long Vibratos Poems

Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic 
paradox of cruel compassion. 

Sadistic...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in a ballad of somber sorrows,
I floated like a ballet dancer
in...

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Is there enough adjectives I can use,
  to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is 
  dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping 
  into the weariness...

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Music of My Soul 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves free
To hypnotize my pulse in movements of fusion.

The sounds of...

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Earth Music 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor of rolling thunder,
To touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves
That hypnotize my presto pulse in movements perpetual.

The sounds of earth…

Earth music arranges...

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I’ve befriended these corners and gripped onto time,
comfortably content with the ghosts in my broken nights,
like hollow frames without their unspoken canvases.
Within those walls, I’ve let my charcoal pin dance
to the sounds of your devious...

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Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight, 
Shining on half of my senses in time. 
Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind.
What the micro vibratos may mean to...

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-Daily Poetry #6, February 3, 2017-
Word: Perfume

The night's life is aglow with the neon lights that are bright,
But here in this lively place, it's alight with lust.
In this place, being loose is a must. 
Where...

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The soul speaks to you
instinct gliding on a riff
                          ...

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Pure fear

Blood rushing

Pure fear!

The exhilarant rush of ones

Inhalation and exhalation...

(Of ones own beating heart):)

Pure fear !

A grimy situation

Just for the so called monsters

To take a roar and scare!

Pure fear!

An unexplained constitution

Of ones Well being

Mentally breaking...

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These words I write rest, riff, repeat half and whole notes within.
It vibratos, quavers, and resonants in your noggin.
Strumming soberly on my-six standard 
snapped, worn and improvised heart strings.
Chords tuned over life’s onerous tread
Tightened and...

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