Suicide Poverty Poems

Pleasing portraits plentiful
in this picture perfect residence 
neatly nestled in 
silk sheets of 
coastal Californian opulence 
the gleam of San Diegan splendor
like a coastline of...

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I remember yesterdays
                      ...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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I read what you wrote in that notebook
the message you merrily scrawled
Someone such as me who has imbibed reality’s bitter brew 
couldn’t help but be...

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The ground is hard 
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen, 
slick ice from a day of infernal sun

Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx...

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All of the failures are mine
All the successes are theirs
I cannot stop ordering wine
I keep rearranging the chairs

Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Don’t stop beating yourself up

Should you...

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I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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Eyes rolling out with tears
Cold air whispering in their ears
Who are they?
Is it us who call them stray?

No money, No food
They commit suicide
They too had...

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What opposes enlightenment?

Endarkenment?  
You know, like dusk,
evening,
end of a day
through end of time
on living Earth.

What opposes empowerment?

Disempowerment.

What might oppose Earth's enlightenment
and/or empowerment?

For me
or throughout...

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Numbers

Numbers , an intricate design
A metaphorical thing that troubles most
And they include many signs
The ones who understand these boast
Numbers flicker by quickly
Incredibly fast, it’s blinding
Numbers...

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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Fidgit Christmas Jitters

I want to write about Christmas cookies, 
Angels that hang on the tree, 
and look at me…
then smile.

I want to write about Mistletoe,...

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Right Hand Twist
With a twisted sexuality like that
Anything was possible

Especially when you were called Zenky
And were from Oldham

The most deprived town in England
But that doesn’t...

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Empty socket pocket-tears upstairs
are always pirate hiding someone else’s
precious memories,
down in their dark chest cellar

Gutter dwellers
got the intellectual eviction blues
Same ol’ decisions
be bringing 
different mental...

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Urban Canvas




Imagine a world of many colors with mothers, fathers’ sisters and brothers. With two sides one of both truth and lies. With a symphony...

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