POEMS
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Meaning had made a marvel of mystery,
the drawn out vein seemed rivers,
to be sought by the slain,
embedded in walls,
as code,
coddling the truth,
the god forsaken truth,
the use of force,
made True,
with words of splendor,
and truce in tunes,
from his haunted house of blues,
the pathetic prophet,
the meager and mighty,
the emaciated servant,
the seeker after life,
and death intwined,
laced in his spine,
like two snakes,
bringing forth a fountainhead,
of talking targets,
words as arrows,
a sigh eternal,
a tear dried too soon,
the sullen heart,
emaciated.
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We pass them by,
when the night,
suffocates our vision.
Love lost, drunk,
without a glimmer,
mating with death,
daring that one,
to take me.Life passed him by,
he wasted away in rage,
a lone man, gun man,
stalking the shadows,
without care or hope,
breathing in,
corrupted air.What can be said,
when any thing isn’t it,
and the sayers number,
in the thousands,
selling their self,
deceived elixer,
to the diseased.
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Many lost ones,
and others mechanical,
adapted to the trap,
the lie,
feeds them;
tears without end,
make us pass,
from corpse to notes,
making death dance,
the monastary necromancer,
practising his art.Death knocks with a deafening roar,
the bastard’s blood soaked dagger feasts,
at the alter of the damned,
in blood soaked offer,
to dear god tyrant,
that ill-fated lamb,
retrograde in stupor,
retroactively damning,
the putrid corpse,
to live in the dead eye,
of popular clamor.
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When days endlessly extend,
their sighing fugue refuge (refuge of fugue),
the fragments fragment further,
the liars toil in earnest,
the lie promotes the leaf,
and the dice rolls decide all.That the dare fell flat,
on a cowardly bed of lies
(where in sunken pit he dies,
“what a pathetic waste”),
could have been pre dicted,
by machines without eyes,
by sages with their incense,
by the rich and poor,
by all, really.
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A word,
a bird,
a man,
a stone,
a life,
a home:
the whole.
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Ask the tree for its eyes,
and it’ll look at you strange:
“stranger, my eyes are here, see?”
After a long, withdrawn ponder,
you ask:
“from whence do you come,
and how far have your tendrils gone?”
The tree extends an arm,
and touches the stumbling asker,
with its leafed finger,
saying:
“Neither have I come, nor do i go,
for I need not move,
for I am just a node,
for here is my abode!”
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When my life started,
I knew myself to be,
and then as time went on,
I lost myself to me.
Then one day I found myself,
lost in ecstatic trance,
sitting with legs folded,
looped leaves sprouting from my hands.
Whichever intuited truth,
was given then to me,
I speak it not nor think it,
yet feel it sporadically.
That spot, taht force, that place,
I fall within its space,
neither asserting nor refuting,
I go about in grace.
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I cannot but shake,
in convulsive laughter,
at your tears,
when they strike,
so close,
to home -
a relic.
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Here it is:
the bottomless well.
Scared of it, I say:
“It’s empty!”
And enraged
I deepen my belief.
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A geometric diffusion of eyes,
turns to a torrent of playful plasma,
that chants “dance, dance, dance!”
as light and sound frequencies peak,
enlivening you to euphoric muscle contraction;
It, that emergent sea of eyes,
lovingly implores you,
to loosen yourself,
and find that,
primordial unitive rhythm,
of creative destruction,
and dance!
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Stolen from,
eyes watered,
by streams of doubtful figures,
in highly elaborated coats,
holding on to a note,
of dazzling green hue,
eating at their pride,
through devastation,
and salvation,
coming and going,
feeling the crushing boot,
of forced order,
on blinded humanity.
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Hallow be thy hollow hole,
that left over pit of yours,
where truth goes to die,
in “hail happiness!” highs,
that dot and cross your eyes,
and send you,
blissfully blind,
into a world of reveries.
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Endure the whirl,
of winters knife edge,
that crystalline symmetry,
individuated,
known in mass,
heart beats on,
against the deadening,
white light,
burning red effagy,
to invisible causes,
patterns sought from chaos,
to still it all,
in the dead,
of winter.
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Dungeon dark,
in heart,
fathoms deep,
where darkness creeps,
and sleep,
is king to death,
alive outside,
the walls pulsate,
to die in life,
to see a truth,
to find that beat,
and bow to life,
where death reigns,
in that still,
immortal space.
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Why contemplate that,
when that runs,
faster than your thoughts,
receding into,
the dungeon of your heart.
Follow it, follow it!
if you’re brave,
and transcend,
life and death,
in that cave.
Listen to the rhythm,
the life blood thump,
and learn,
the enigmatic music,
of the heart!
Let that music,
merge with the call,
of a bird,
and fall,
beyond the coil.
Melt the many,
by their sounds,
into one,
discordant harmony,
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Eerie ears, peak curious, picking out resonance, to peak in sentiments, to twist and collate, and bind disparate, into a majestic whole, of contradictions resolved, in moment, of lightning flash, where the sowed up gash, opens and lets out, dormant blood, doorstep death, “hello,” it says, and tests resolve, gives strength to all.
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The past bellows,
or I feel a figment,
distorting tender,
to unspeakable fixations,
laboring mind,
on hind legs hinting,
for a heaven past this hell,
hither bound,
but past destine,
that knot in time suspended,
animal with mind,
ape with algorithm,
eager to hear the sound,
of love,
but drowned,
in noise.
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Elaborate the labyrinth,
if you can.
Lost, feet fall through quick sand,
mind distorted,
abortive practice,
hide in sanity,
through the madness.
Find a darling,
daring to die.
Heaving hatred,
in a spell last night.
Figure the death will cause,
the walls of that labyrinth to fall:
animal in heat,
frightened and disesaed,
lashing out at the world.
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Insoluble solute, salutes paramilitary troops, with disdain, refusing to dissolve, and relinquish, it’s name: anomolous materials, forcing environment, to be to the ethereal.
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The doors to hell, were there for all, who dare to stare, and let it see, the subtlety, of inner self.
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Orderly chaos,
malignant statis,
stating non-sense,
boldly wading,
waving metal,
faded metal,
armed and loaded,
lacking luster,
lusting for her,
kiss of death,
deadly eyes,
eyed him dead,
daftly deft,
in deafened death,
falling back,
in that abyss,
of faded black,
before I knew,
the day had passed,
and night had bloomed.
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Evil one, wherefrom he’s come, wherefore he goes, he rides on sun, the Son had wings, for years of teeth, His word was bond, his arms were too, by evil deeds, done in the name of You!
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Fade translucent,
today we die our death,
and heave ourselves,
down to the steps,
from windows high,
of buildings old,
and hope on high,
falls down below,
to grieve and spit,
to laugh at it,
a death so useless,
a life so too,
I see the devil,
grinning out from you,
from me and us,
our cross or course,
of meaning inflated,
from data chaotic,
to live and to suffer,
even through a despotic,
rain of corposes,
of cowards and ghosts,
of bodies from on high,
falling down below.
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Plunge within,
the land of Cain,
where owls watchful,
turn their backs,
and fly away,
disinterested.Naked,
that burning,
medallion efficy,
sears through skin,
leaves its mark,
and bends your will.The pull and push,
of _ and pain;
the appearence,
is now merely,
stiched together,
recollection.Rushing waves flicker,
real and imagined,
and watched like a movie,
dislocate and confuse.
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Sound opened gates,
heart hoarded hate,
heights hinter hid,
lowly past-scapes,
of carnivorous vegetation,
employing armies,
of rabid egoists,
ornamenting themselves,
in plastic lips,
and designer belts.
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A bed of roses,
on top a corpse,
lost amid the red,
comes to life -
in deadened times
the heart has died -
with eyes opened.
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Images of yesterday,
loan themselves for free,
to fee of time,
the wayfarer fares,
full of fallen levity,
fighting times incongruous lines,
arresting moments,
of sprawling dotted valley,
of villagers in low lying huts,
below piqued,
machine-gun nests,
relating improbable death,
reigning and raining,
failling bullets,
that wiz and cut,
those timely lines,
on worn out wayfaring face.
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Beneath a dozen flatlined fiends,
grows the rose of latent dreams,
a frightning frigid bizarre thing,
that pushes outwards to the sun,
and elbows out everyone,
of the dead recounters of their past,
and sons blocking sun with deafening chants,
yet our flower fight towards this day,
eroding, growing, in its own way,
and gnawing through that burdened soil,
of carcass and bones, decomposed as oil,
fixed and frigid with old age,
foolishly posing as a sage,
all the same, clinging to dead constructs,
supplanted now as plant breaks surface,
and gets its glance at its new purpose,
as eyes fixed wide on light devours,
beams of energy and in dreams enamoured,
gleans new life leaves behind the dead.
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Martyred himself,
and said a lot,
followed his echoes,
in the ears of those,
deaf and blind.
Chased the golden,
bull, alpha, self-
interest exclusive,
without empathy,
the dinosaurs died.
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Do you hear,
the significance,
in his tremors?
I don’t,
no I don’t,
I don’t know.
The angel has flown.
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Find the walking waking,
wandering and sulking,
shaking and breatihng,
heaving and dying,
deathly grin,
grinning false,
feeling nought,
uncharted heart,
breaks the null,
engulfed in ters,
tearing through,
I love you.
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A deathly flight,
to stars uncharted,
like my heart,
carress the void,
vacancy ignored,
disposed to hate,
murderous fate,
unleash the hounds,
drown in tears,
death is here,
feel its sting,
sting-ray stung,
tongue can’t speak,
speak in tongues,
tongue is cold,
death has come,
rest your soul.
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My dawn dealt death,
to dear deer in headlights,
let go of death,
that dealer of cards,
that one bereft,
of heavens arms.
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My lingering leer,
fear, steer clear,
hate, or love,
levitate above yourself,
sell your soul,
settle debts,
death bereft,
heaven left,
letting go,
looking on,
growing old.
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Caught in a day,
ought but a sigh,
sorting through praise,
dying for light,
lying awake,
lie for the might,
paying for crumbs,
killing for fun,
feeling enough,
nothing but rum,
running from what?
wish that I knew,
lying and lying,
and lying,
and lying!
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Hand the fool his gold,
hang him by his throat,
hunger made a virtue of starvation.
Do you know?
It’s a trick and riddle,
this feeling,
this mirrored surface,
reaching down below.
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The, an, a,
why, how, when,
hate, love, loss,
tears, for time lost,
letters from a ghost,
overly verbose,
to impress that pile of bones,
seared onto our hearts,
faded image,
fading forever,
yet never gone.