Long Wilding Poems

Before restoring outside perfection,
perpetual pleasures
of prosperous peace

I remain responsible,
compulsively responsive,
habitually receptive
to repairing inside win/lose
past competitive aggressions,
negatively suppressive 
non-communications

My most resilient repentance
includes self-forgiveness
for over-stressed addictions
to trauma repressors,
for failing to do my best
on a bad day

I usually...

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They say the eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
That thought often makes me shutter 
because they can become blinded by small, flip folding
white lies created by a stranger and it allows...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
         Shining city turned violet blossom
 ...

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life is a messy slurry 
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
citizen cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
living is a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
a...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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Why do I have to wait some time before replying?
Why can't I show that texting you is exciting?
Why do I have to hold back on flirting?
Why do I have to think twice about complimenting?
Why can't...

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She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best...

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I wonder if heuristic,
tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feelings,
coalesce, sometimes
into resonant knowing

In a personal
powerful
illuminating way
resilient hope of sharing
this round living Earth
with robust wildness
leaking out in between
relentlessly speaking words,
autobiographical lessons
never native learned

Thereby opening a passion
for searching communioned sacred...

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I just think about her and my heart's limping 
I don't know when my loving turned to simping
I don't know when expressing my feelings became embarassing 
I told her how much I love her and...

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"La forêt interdite"




In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the 
better part of my 
night and day
playing your 
naked mind 
o’er my heart
The Shrew 
a wilding to 
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come 
now,
pluck my 
Golden Chord
Insolent 
I...

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a remembrance of the perfect girl
      the phantoms of a wakeless world
         percale and crisp, so sheets unfurl
   the bastion...

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"The opposite worldviews of Reality and romance attract not --
the base of the former being Facts."
-- epistemology, the scientific theory of Knowledge,
as opposed to "just a theory"

*   *   * 

I woke...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint...

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your skin …

cornflow’r in the moonlite
through louvers that
slice you to tender shards
of opalescence
arranged like piano keys on
Egyptian percale
the sea of sheets we so
often drown in …
“oh baby” -
the way you say those words -
soft candle...

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how could you?

(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, Cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more

(Verse 1): See in my life I know I’m not the only one that goes through things
but since I been...

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Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines

Taking care to mark the way 
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’...

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we ...
are immortal
you and i have made it so
our passions are spent
flesh and essences, swimming moonlight
drifting gently on a soft cloud of Giza percale
exhaling the cool breath of midnight
do you feel it ...
the euphoric release...

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              The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts, 
every play by play, blow by blow,...

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I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel
An inferno like a messenger of death from hell
Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed
With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed

In my clear...

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self portraits 


color me in dandelion yellow
thumbing my nose at beauty’s pawns
intruder in the gardens of the mellow
mimicking the beauty of my dawns.

paint me in thick oils, richness deep
colors of wild howls, barks, and hoots
surrounded...

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if i had 24 hours to live 
id probaby chill with the smith and go west where i can rest my head from getting touched like the rest
id grab a judge and tell him its...

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Every action Azalia takes out-weights the gravity of god
Fostering the symmetry of worlds, how it must be
A vision of an impenetrable force
Cultish prayer to the true Omni
Covering heaven and hell in vast darkness
Wilding a composer...

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Throwing wrong ideas around like rocks
Wilding murderous thoughts like swords
Imposing our ill will on our own clear conscience
A rogue soldier on mission for justice
The mind has lost patience
Impulsive actions beg for an audience

In 5000 years...

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Oh, how the clouds flow in the wind,
And cupid stretches his bow out towards us.
Every leafy maple flourishes as they grinned,
While the garnishing creeks all around discuss.

Billowing fog creeps around,
Nothing else in the world matters.
Eyes...

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