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Things Found In My Chest

The time reads ten on the clock

and I take in hand my pen.


I pull up my chair to my makeshift desk

and begin removing books from the panel

so that I may lift it and peer into my chest.


One by one I move them, one and all,

the short and the tall.


Moby Dick, The Idiot, Republic, Walden

and Civil Disobedience, The Oxford Book

of American Verse, Alcoholics Anonymous,

The Divine Comedy, This Side of Paradise,

VITA NUOVA, Paradise Lost and Paradise

Regained, Selected Poetry and Prose of Poe,

The Audacity of Hope, and so on and so

on until not one was left not even the

Bible which had rested on their heads.


I opened my chest and went searching

for treasures of my past. Most

were trinkets I stored away like a pack rat.

I found little figures of pirates and

soldiers which I played with when a boy,

marbles and sand dollars, Chinese stars

and nun chucks, most were not even my favorite

toys. I saw yearbooks from middle school and

others from high school. I dared not crack their

spines for I felt not enough time has passed

yet. I found letters from Francheska, Lucy, and Jenny.

I saw pictures of Stephanie, Virginia, and Niki.

then I began to read poems from Nicole and

glanced at the time. It was already one twenty nine.


Alas, it was a nice trip to the past, but now it is time

to close the panel and resume to my books

and my work, for if my head stayed in my chest I

would surely go berserk!

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Mrs. Roy G. Biv

dressed in black, I write to you

shades of blue flicker across my face

while I lay in my bed

I see a drop of a rose red hue

roll gently down your face

a green olive swirls in a martini glass

grey smoke fumes from my nostrils

craving your breath in my lungs once more

I sink my ivory white teeth into your fleshy forbidden thigh

a groan of pleasure escapes from your beating bosom

cast me out of your room

and from your life

before the demonic darkness in my eyes is illuminated

by dancing rays of light

red orange yellow green blue indigo violet

fire

flows from points on your body near your face throat and hand

it reminds me of Peace

and the violence of war soon swiflty floods my veins

sleep now my precious winged creature

never to awake

and tell of your sweet dreams

of horned mountain goats

which lead you up the path of light

no need

for out of my devious black iris

seeps a tear tinted rose red

which brings knowledge to my soul

and fire to my heart

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Seasons of My Life

My days are counted and long now

For my life is in the season of the Sun

Cognizant that winter will be my final bow

From this stage I entered when Spring begun

Now is the time to work and give my all

So to breathe easy when leaves begin to fall-

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Clouds

Flying by in broken
Thought. Eagles
soaring just below
thy midst as
ye role sweetly
to the west and
northernly.

Just aft a cooling
storm. Just aft the 
cooling of my
being form gifts
dropping abruptiously 
amongst the heavens.

Perhaps to drowse
another brethren
of man. To give thy
sweet brethren more
good news from
God's abode.

Tell me sweet
grand sea constellation
from which sweet
ocean do ye come?

Great! is the news 
from the Creator
of all. Even from the 
light that some of my
Brethren and i
call the sun.
The Sun. Oh! Great
God in the heavens,
The Son.
piercing thy spaces

Dark sun blocking
mass of dewy
crowning womb-

Yet to give birth
but dropping 
dottedly the 
prophecy of your
dreams. Giving 
new birth to the 
land and all
Earth's inhabitants.

As the Son of man
watches from the
heavenly throne
and from a birds
vantage all is being
seen. Great is this
Eagle soaring as 
peaceful as a
Dove. 

As birds coo soothingly
perched upon the wires
of man. Gusting gale
bringing thunder to
my thoughts and
flashes to my 
mind. Cool drops
and mist whisping
to my unclothed
body and dampening
the cloth.

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Harvest Moon

Into the darkness

With the harvest moon lit up

Eating fresh cut wheat


Alone in the field

Awaiting for the others

Drinking my red wine


Scarecrow is watching

My belly and head grow full

While I think of death


Friends came to gather

And now the red wine is shared

Now the life is lived


We all become one

Under the moon we commune

One with the scarecrow

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Ego Tripping... All Alone In My Head.... Lonely?

Is it just me?

Alone in my head?

Figuring if am alive or dead...

all alone... please come inside

Who else is here? you. me. us. all Three?

3 in 1

alone or with my amigo

ego, you there? do you exist?...

Illusion? To be put to the test?

No not I... I not a rabbi... nor Teacher

Just a sleeper....

If "in death, what dreams may come!"

Am I still a dreamer?

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Last of the Sweets For My Sweet.

I just wanna enjoy this moment underneath this dazy and hazy sky with my mind in the
clouds. Sweet memories of your breast like two does playing and hopping together. These
thoughts flow like wine in my head. And to be quite frank as I am always to you, I lie.
And I dread of the day waking up next to you when I am dead. For I will not hunt these
shadows of you. No indeed, no longer shall I chase ghosts in this forrest. For I have
picked up the scent of a lesser stag. In the same woods my energy was in the physical
being of a young gallant buck. But when peirced with arrow of the lofty marksman I am now
in my present form. I have lust for other prey that makes my tail wag. I have become a
beast of my fears. Knowing only a tear from my beauty's eye will break the curse. Only
pure love resides in your forrest.

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I Hope You Have a Happy Death!

My Queen, you are dead to me.
For a golden ring has set you free.
The golden forbidding moat around your new castle
with your false king to save you from every debacle
it sparkles like heaven's streets reflecting the Sun.
I'm an outcast from your fairy land
with no memory of me or what we have done.
You have forgotten the taste of my lips and touch of my hand.
I dare not cross it even if you lowered a bridge.
I hate the abyss and will not walk over the pit's edge.

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Out of the Weeds and Into the Desert For Forty Days.

Topography
Master of this I try to now master my life
I will map out these areas to avoid strife
I go now into the ancient land
With nothing but spear in hand
All your possessions I demand
Even from mountaintop evil deeds I saw
Now in the swamp I see War is Law
Mortuary
Soldiers demand it even if spirits leave bodies
Even if theirs need the lie in piles spread through out lobbies
Purgatory
Praying all my thoughts stay sane
Praying I won't stay on this insane train.
Praying the bullets miss my brain
I need a way out
Need faith without a doubt
I need to ascend
I need to amend

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Art Form Theory

Player hitting 
  a wedge shot
   Expressive look
    in lines as 
     well as eyes
 Golf ball in them
 Small angles to the 
 whole.
             Incredible 
                     Lies
 The grass is so
green. I shall
  make them the
 petal green of
Joyce's rose.
             Incredible
                  lines
is The grass greener.