Political Night Poems

It was a difficult lesson but alcohol
Was what taught me how to fall
To scratch and claw to a perch so high
It's hard but I sigh...

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Candlelights

By Mark D. Stucky
A candle drives darkness back
with beauty of glowing light,
giving of itself as flame’s fuel
until completing its calling.
Then another candle takes its place…
and...

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This darker side
of dusk's sacred
empowering mystery

Unlike enlightened ecospheres
more urgent dawn emergent
pink yellow anticipations
of matriarchal
cooperative history

Not consciously felt
yet pre-traumatically imagined
and hallucinated
back through preverbal mammalian time
emerging AnthroRidiculous
moralistic...

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Black seeps deep dark empowering
back widely and wondrously enlightening
black reaps deep dark EarthTribe empowering
back wide wounding SunShine 
wondrously enlightening

Blank as deep dark Earth
empowering responses back...

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A turning nation
Turn around we all fall

The tall are bound but small
Here comes the crown, swords drawn

A nation turns and the world 
burns spin with...

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If pulpy green words
had red meat nutritional value,

As feelings have openly positive
and closed negative 
nurturing peace normals
and turmoil boiling abdominal
abominable abnormals,
robust health feeding
and sick bad...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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in the grand scheme of things
Nothing is as it seems, 
nothing will stand 
the test of time,
the eons will grind, 
all will be worn to...

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What tis' the work of man 
to leave a testament 
to his grand plans, 
the usurper of the throne 
eternal is, man!

The after image 
of...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky 

His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of...

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Empty eyes of the empirical sum
Empty heads of the ruling elite 
Change the channel on 
the TVs alternative news feed

Slip into the the next digital...

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"The core of knowledge is love"
Satha Sai Baba

This dark November night
in New England
has come but midway

I, not so bright,
have given in
without a fight
to insomnia.

Above the...

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...streets; shotguns and ink.
the shotgun cracks the night,
locked within
the seed of death, dark.
the streets are frozen in space...
barren in time.
the wind causes the leaves to...

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