Short Sayer Poems

"Nay," I say.
I am a sayer of nay.
"A naysayer," you say.
You see I say "nay."
And "nay," you say.
And to that,
I
Say
"Nay."...

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Say a word

That's separation..

Both the word and

The sayer seem to 

Separate and divide

What is not separate..

The search might end

With this ordinary

Noticing...

...

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Immersed unprepared and unaware in the wrelm of torture, raised by the tormented and confused, told to smile while our cheeks are bruised, creating pariahs out of those who dare to say nay to the way of things ,how dare they not just sway with things while the sickest get away with things...

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I did not choose, I was chosen
the gate and keeper;
killer and cure

life not mine for living
walking paths you cannot see 
talking tongues you do not know

I am the light burning inside
the darkness at the shore
that shadow in the corner

eyes, windows to be shared
extramundane -
soul searcher, truth sayer, circle squared

I am ancient numinosity
no idle curiosity
- I see the end...

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Are gay jockeys fruit of the loom
when riding a race on the course,
and would they need the helping hand
of a leg-up
to get on their high horse?

Would a long-faced horse,
a sourpuss,
not wanting to be a player,
bolt the barn door
or be a neigh-sayer?

If a broke cowboy saddled with a nag,
a dark horse of a different colour
that's queer,
were bent, a crooked rustler,
would he sell you a bum steer?
...

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The overpouring raindrops, the incessant rain outside was telling me continuously,
She was a story to nay sayer
and he was a theme park to symbolic haifa.

Baha'i temple and a raincoat.
People get soaked there.
With theocracy, bureaucracy, faithfulness, faithlessness, midlife crisis and many more like all these.
We and the downpouring sounds outside, are a drawback, still
That heavenly sky is still a striker hand of an indoor game!...

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This paper is wet./ Allowing the seeds of my words to sprout./ Though silence holds every 
truth,/ our brains have closed off to this sayer of sooth./ Forgetting to remember all things 
tribal./ Let's open our hearts to an archaic revival./ Reviving our insides; giving them life./ 
The facts of this presence cut sharper than a knife./ More solid than a dike,/ and shining 
brighter than the light/ emitted by the sun./ A warm reminder of the fact that WE ARE ALL 
ONE....

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