In gardens
I have know that nitid song,
Which pens a sonnet in the east.
Watch it whirl like a sarong,
And tame the blackened boundless beast.
I have held it as a babe,
Within my crippled sight.
The pendulum of fragile earth-
Seasons, Hours, Night.
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Frozen meat.........
Onion rings..........
Shuf’ling feet..........
Scanners sing.......
Babies cry..........
Shoppers wait........
Mothers sigh...........
Getting late…
Sun has set.........
Night has come.......
All have left.........
Shopping's done.
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City gate
Men may say a “natural state”
With city walls and city gates
Is superfluous in it’s greed
And in attempts to make believe
We’re all in honest company.
Yet give a thing autonomy
And choice: Order or anarchy
You’ll find that things like property
And city walls and city gates
Come often all too easily
To a truly “human” state
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A tree dying young.
Once upon my August walk
When I hadn’t one soul to talk
I met a tree dying young
With leaves like leather in the sun
Hung below their branch like bats
Waiting for the wind to come
-Quite patiently, at that.
This scene shook my happiness
Along with any interest
In a stroll that dry morning
(The thought kept re-occurring)
“My main fear is this tree’s own
She died without a warning
And never got show her gold.”
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Mind Masturbation
When a man speaks, he ejaculates
When a man writes, he masturbates
The semen of a heart is infinitely finite.
Silence buds within like lusting twilight
As a poem's evolution to womanhood.
In tragedy her curves are arched,
Each sigh-
A widening bulls eye-
Your words, the darts-
And as your heart marches through the dark
If you deny yourself the light
Of your lust for her, (the lust to write)
It is no sin of incompetence
Simply poetical reconnaissance.
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Heaven....?
Heaven, eternal happiness!
Never to expire!
Millennia upon moments-
Spent strumming a wooden lyre
Heaven, encompassing light
Amongst each and other,
Floating free on fuchsia fluff
Blowing kisses to one another
Heaven, like the evergreens!
Calm and all one state!
Yet pen***s do not exist-
There’s no need to masturbate.
Heaven, eternal knowledge-
Tranquility is the limit,
Desire not to eat or nap-
Have fun being limit committed-
I’d rather go to hell.
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Which Tree Am I?
Which tree, Which tree, Which tree Am I?
Do gaunt limbs swing high upon my trunk-
Etching signals in the sky?
Maybe my roots are solid and firm,
Grounded in being, strong and thick,
Passing soil and grub worm?
Specifically-
Am I, perhaps, an evergreen?
Warm and welcoming- Sheltering,
Birds within my canopy?
Or-
Do I sag, like a willow,
Showcasing agony with each wind,
Whispering melancholic mellows?
Which tree, Which tree, Which tree, Am I?
Oak, Redwood, Willow…. Bonsai?
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A Glorious Gown of Glimmering Gold
A glorious gown of glimmering gold
Encompasses one luminary globe
Against the sky of this still grove
The crickets moan in baritone
Their cellos serenade my soul
In a glorious gown of glimmering gold
Against the sky of this still grove
The light of fireflies erodes
One’s seemingly inert ego
Yet silhouettes still seem to show
The night is more than what’s foretold-
Against the sky of this still grove.
Though man is made in manifold-
He is among the truly whole-
A glorious gown of glimmering gold
Against the sky of this still grove.
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Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
And men measure their worth in battle,
There burns a superficial pride.
Hearts are tainted with the lie
Of materialism. All are cattle,
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”.
There burns a superficial pride,
As the snake shakes his tempting rattle,
Whispering, “Come to me, and be satisfied”.
“Are you frightened? Fear is our ally…”.
Where we obey his foolish prattle,
There burns a superficial pride.
We are empty, yet deny,
That our opinion even matters.
Where women walk with “sass” and “stride”,
There burns a superficial pride.
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Nothing, Nothing, Could be Clearer...
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Horror, cloaked in tainted glass-
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
The stars convulse- vomit, wither!
Birdsong stops- shadows dance,
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
Shows my soul- writhing in a dark romance!
Nothing, Nothing, could be clearer…
No witchdoctor, nor faith healer
Could un-forge this fate flame-cast
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
I weep! In vain I beg beneath her!
While an envy looms above my past
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
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