Long Warehouses Poems

Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as...

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Just taking notes as I walk for the perhaps of a poem later. Fun to share real time first drafts.

Walking from out of town to into town
Passed a churchyard with no church
Only steps remain where...

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   Davos visiting prostitute spends her 
unbeknownst last hours wide eyed 
in a strange new World. As she smiles to her John, 
a BlackRock Assassin, who watches his boss 
approach the stage. 
The...

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Part One

“Apart from its popular conception of transmigration, (which is) sometimes almost humouristic, Manimekhalai offers a documentary contribution of immense value, under an easily accessible form, on the philosophical speculations of Ancient India.
The cosmology of...

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It was one of those sunny days, that later on merge in memory, and you can’t tell one from another instantly, but on the second sight they discern, each with its own number of little...

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The drunk

A thick plastic curtain of the type used in warehouses he could not see through
to other than shadowy figures moving around he knew he saw a past that 
no longer belonged to him.
He sat...

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No one will remember 
all the names of the bodies
laying in pools of blood 
in all those back alleys
and side streets
burned out warehouses
and by-the-hour motels…
They don’t talk about them…
Cause their lives don’t matter…

All those bodies...

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NEWCASTLE  UPON  TYNE,    ENGLAND

Half-Scot,  half-English  and  ill at ease with the past,
Newcastle is sooty black from its coaly drama, 
And  the breathless town was always ...

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O Mighty Atlantic…
 What is this fascination which I have with you?
Could it be a part of me your lays trapped somewhere in midst?
You are like an old confidant with countless secrets you hold!
There’s an...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man and boy 
     for generations, 
I...

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Drones abound the London sky 
Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing
The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house 
As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening...

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Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the desire to just run.
And I drive.

Arterial routes clogged by metal...

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As I watch the sun descend from view,
cast shadows across the land anew, 
Floating warehouses engulf the sky
thus the shadows never die.

The drones which fill the evening air,
aren’t drones of old to thus compare,
but silent,...

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Turtle spawn can be placed very deep and vertical in glowing colourful beds. But Atlantic highways stuff their coffers with gold and thus adorn the paths created with magnitude of sparkly stench. Extra moving ignorance...

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We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which translates they take us for mugs)
have warehouses scattered...

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... but first we must establish one thing:

What kinda box are we talking about here?

If it's the pizza variety then no thoughts necessary!
Just dig in and put off consequences 'til later.
Though afterwards you might be...

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Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal

Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of...

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he stores his grapes
and warehouses his
wine
he grapples with men
and has concubines
his mighty hands
grasps these men
his strength so strong
it comes from within
might he fight
and stand jis ground
folk shall come from all around
his down fall
shall come
from a...

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In the thought of a dream, a reach from behind
In how things seem and the reasons that I find
The warehouses of the mind and what we deem
Mixed among the daily grind so rises the cream

As...

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A little too late for Christmas isn’t it?
The toys are gone but Santa is back in town
Giving out gifts and coating cities with baking soda.
The warehouses are overstocked with it
Cities and towns are overwhelmed with...

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There is no envy 
of where we live: 

rundown apartment complexes, 
dangerous housing projects. 
Poorly zoned business districts 
whose warehouses cut through our landscape 
like the tombstone's of giants, 
sitting tagged and vacant 
from a...

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Apparently, they ruled with an iron fist
In the chilling jaws of Terror
Of men intoxicated for the kill
Salivating for blood of kindred
Free for the rape and extortion
In the bastion of Kismayo, Port City of Somalia

The crooked...

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we buried our beating hearts in sordid soil of this urban wasteland
while the acid rain burnt holes in them quickly
one hundred factories blew sick green clouds out and you took me by the hand
through forests...

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Korea’s Ticking Time Bomb

North and South Korea at arms race heaven, 
a massive number of weapons all waiting to be used – 
tanks, guns and bombs. 

One war was enough but nearly fifty years have...

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Young people meander
through dark streets
in the night hours,
and brighten the walls
of grey buildings
with rich colours
from spray cans.

In the beginning
were drawings of animals
in dark caves,
and that hunting spirit,
confined to concrete jungles,
among stifled lives,
releases its energy
in drawings...

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