Long Whittle down Poems

Purposely, intentionally
enter out my reluctance and enter in a nose dive back into the past
a Samurai Jack experience
It has to be here somewhere
these long forgotten memoirs pieced together yet never mentioned
never verbally spoken nor handwritten
They...

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Cries of beast and man intertwine,
mortals lamenting what has been done,
this night is filled with sorrow,
forever horrific scenes pressed into the mind.
From this sorrow, can glory really take flight?
in time to come it may do.
Fight...

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Passion

Passion can be very good,
But it is misunderstood.
“Passion” comes from the word for “suffering,”
So, in a sense, without buffering:

It can give, but it too takes,
For every heart it lifts, it breaks!
If you feel it, then...

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single...

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I consume twisted winds from your soul,
To retrieve cruel love from aching hole,
I accept poisoned and twisted past,
Invoking true love that forever lasts.
.
As we have been cheated by dimension & time,
For now we connect and...

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Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.

Whenever windstorms vaunt a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees...

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READ "EM AND WEEP
I don't like to write long poems, otherwise I would be here all dayMy pencil would whittle down and all my pages would start to fray
By the time I wrote all about...

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I got a gat
that's badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
My metal numbers,
whether big or small,
can outperform yours
in the streets or at the mall
I can go big
like a 357 Mag cannon
I can go...

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Hefty doctrines shape the flesh
with centuries of arrogance from
the thieving classes until every
brand wields potential to kill off
multitudes of souls asleep, yet
no longer dreaming of salvation.

The cocktails inside the needle
whittle down the natural response,
churning fraud...

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The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted, 
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.

Sears and Roebuck, 
Monkey...

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Why I need a man when I am too much in a lady-like skin ?
 
There are hundreds of reasons, there must be. 
The first reason is perhaps loneliness.  
Over-pouring. Overflowing. 
Fictitious characters of...

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The time has finally come, at last,
To start to whittle down the past.
I comb the closets and each drawer
For things I don’t wear anymore.

My tennis shorts for younger thighs;
My Reeboks worn for exercise.
My wide-leg jeans...

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He has seen the bones of me
Whittle down 
Into grains of lost sand

Has seen the heart of me
Collapse with the weight of our love
And still held my hand

Watched me journey
To so many dark places
Packed his...

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