Sea Society Poems

It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four
Hell has landed on every shore
Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate
People now captive to a totalitarian state

Society is...

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In the vast algorithmic wilderness, we search for truth...

In the chaos of digital existence,
we navigate the maze of virtual connections,
seeking answers in the pixels that
form...

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Rebel/artist/slave, a long, long, near lone life spent swimming against

a bourgeois tide, he makes shore one last time, drags himself back 

onto the beach: a...

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("Blue Egg In Red Sea", 2020, original oil)

Person Non-Grata

Call me old-fashioned,
but I’m glad my mother was a woman.
I’m glad about a lot of things actually,
the...

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Look and laugh,
Rip them in half,
Break them down.

Agony tastes good,
It's all misunderstood,
Do it all again.

Texting to rant,
Listen to them pant,
A spreading frown.

Tease and taunt,
Chuckle and...

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We live in a technological time
where magic is more plausible than not.
All seems possible in this paradigm,
including self-expression and free thought.

We've traveled to the bottom...

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In a world where I give my best each day,
I try so hard in every single way.
I share my all with a hopeful heart,
But it...

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Once the green land of morning calm and high serenity
Soon waved the blood red flag, stained with the false words “We will soon be free”
Now...

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Virtue Is More Than Mansion And Great Wealth

If ones honor and word is not intact
What the hell ever else truly remains
Whenever ones word is considered...

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What is normal? 

I have skin, eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to eat, ears to hear the songs I love. 

Normal...

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A private club was run by old Tom the cat,               ...

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The streets by the beach keep moving you toward the sunny side of the sea. 
Where people in hordes strut on the boards sniffing at...

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castaway

we use words to stay on the surface

beneath  each word
we find the emptiness of the sea, comforting
when we reach the Mundus point, at will
the...

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A poet is never happy
A poet is never stoic
A place where it doesn’t belong
Is a place a poet calls home.
Forty Quinn was right,
If a person...

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MAYDAY! MADAY! MAYDAY! 
Can anyone hear me!?! Over...

This is the USS American Liberty…
We have capsized in the sea of despair...
coordinates...21st century, 45th U.S. President...please send...

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