Suicide Paradise Poems

A soft whisper
a buzz like bumble

singing springs songs quietly
Her songs I shall mumble

Once I lay neatly my body
Please do not disinter 

for I shall sing...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards...

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And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there...

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Am I the only one, 
the only one left to carry this cross 
through these wasted lands, 
these blasted glass riddled sands.
This cross of madness....

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I drive through sultry green-leaved countryside;
so divorced from toxic urban suicide,

I notice a black and white hand-painted sign
emerging on my right side
of patriotic red resolution,

"STAND...

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A garden of beauty, your faces show,
your beauty among the hay scarecrow.
All the flowers smell so fruity,
Your faces show, a garden of beauty.



The summer is...

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Darting Arrows

Skippy shadows, 
at the corners of the walls, 
ceilings, and floors. 
Easiest seen by those that drink, 
do drugs, foreign or domestic. 
But they...

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Purple People Eater

My car. 
It is great. 
It takes me everywhere, 
Like a roller skate. 
I can not wait to go…
Again and again. 

We travel...

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Absent deliberate intervention
     vis a vis suicide,
supposed "natural" longevity of generic human 
     starring sallying forth primate...

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Our children must not die
before their parents
or parental dreams die with them.

And, for those without children,
this is easily empathized
because our dreams must not die
before we...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal...

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As the slam of the door echoed through the quaint house, a line was drawn through the peace that once flowed. She raced to the...

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I boarded flight 911 to Tripoli
Looking forward to some time in the sun
Beaches and babes and a whole lotta fun
Oh no, Oh no was supposed...

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