Child Surreal Poems

"Glossolalia"

I closed the external noise out,
and upon entry to that strange place 
the colour of Love, 
silence broke the heart open 
like trumpets penetrate the...

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The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore
she adores the breeze...

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It’s getting late and I can’t wait to sleep. 
Insomnia always has hold of me at bedtime.
Tonight I feel hopeful of a visit from the...

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captivating winter child 
outside playing gyrating
 spinning and twirling hula hoopings
vibrated so much landed on the roof 
plastic ring slowly falls down
 until the ground
~
...

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“Struggling to find the words to say”
Seeing the heavens tear open
Within the twinkling of an eye
“Surrounded by a starless sky”

Seeing the earth light up in...

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I’ve brewed so many potions still you are
I’ve made elixirs from hydrogen to quiet you 
Nothing I do is a cure for my lonesome electron
We...

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Looking into the yawning chasm
trying to find the gem long lost
The shattered shambles of the sky
in the backscatters of the running river

The surreal sight:
throttles the...

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Some say
History is ugly
Some say
It didn’t happen
Some
Just don’t want to acknowledge
Some
Just want to view the art
Some
Don’t have a voice


I enter the old home
Via the back...

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Trying to figure out where I went wrong
And why must I face this world all alone
There was a time I felt I belong
There was a...

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it hung there like a noose
around the neck of a people
a road map in red and black 
with a series of right turns
this destination unknown...

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All systems are obsessed 
Obsessed with punishment 
Punishment without healing 
Healing is really needed
Needed to kill the bitterness 
Bitterness turns to hate 
hate turns to...

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O’ FATHER PLEASE LORD GOD COVER OUR BELOVED AS SHE SLEEPS—My SpokenWord

Father God cover our beloved as she sleeps;

Do the late winter birds whisper in...

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From source Emanations reverent
Spaces born of oneness collectives
Infiltrate infinity prize prism clouds
Freeing premier born Divine Nexus knots.
Pulse towers of vacuum awakenings
Cross vast voids, returning to...

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Turning 

Across this land 
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth, 
The Joker in repose 
The Tower in flame 
The Enchantress a blaze...

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Of course, art is always somewhat
subjective, breaking established rules: the artist
intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas;

a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth 
both...

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