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From head to toe He left He went Behind, in mud Murrain of muddy traces followed Along feeding the yester a sight of sweat was thrown by him aback while bent by dripping weight, flooding the gunge behind His next...
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Poetry
233 works
A la …
Trust stone’s soul It will dance your mirage Closer & closer Silent to all mountaintops Myths Below the curb In the undrain Where the first step has no mirror Where the spin Is forever Mirageless
Read More →Desouled
Naked, naked dancing in thought, in flour unreaped from grain Deloved by yeast digested in unawaked plowed from eye's sweat transparent reachless
Read More →Deequal
It was equal to me minus te hope
Read More →As I go
Concrete roads, cemented Going only Left or right North and south In between Upless and downless Blocked by the touch In ramparts of hope by bullets of dreams Nomadnia of love Roadless
Read More →Lost Mate
Majestic crane, passing overhead, where is your mate? You fly solo now yet once you soared wing to wing. Is it the hunter who brought her down in these fields you fly each day until the darkening sky coaxes you...
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Beyond 6 ft., footless Ashed, coughlingly into the asmathic abyss Dieseled away Woodened shoveled Hitchhiking the mythical rust
Read More →Emot
To me, faggots are people Niggers are people to me, people who stone people are people Radicals are people to me, drones are driven by people, the stone of Pompeii were people raping people, of people peace plinths war people...
Read More →Silent City
I sit, gaze and listen out my apartment window As the sun sets I hear birds chirping Sirens blaring Children playing And loud busses speeding by To the right is the Hollywood sign Down the center, the sun setting With...
Read More →Spent
The time spent vehemently between yesterday & tomorrow stutzin' aware of undone breathing with the involuntary god on my side impervious to trenches dragging from a stage four pleasure burning the curtain before the call
Read More →Silent Hero
He takes on too much He's out to fix the world In time tick He can tock Fix it all But time slips away While he slips under the sheets To escape the many promises he has vowed to keep...
Read More →What If Therre Was No Editing…
Cry, baby, cry When there’s no one around When all there is Isn’t, really – it just was Cry, cry When the when is never was When the one who’s watching Isn’t, really – he just was Cry, cry, cry...
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Write like you never wrote before Chisel the unspelled Into the unmoulding Write with unknown letters, misspelled of milk teeth Of nipples for gray whiskers, lip it Start with a whisper end with a sigh make the comma skid Back...
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The beauty'n every leaf I see Its spawn in the undug below above in the unreach Majestically – single handed sorting the light beams 'you may drop in your knees. Kiss the mud! Descend now, I said!' Once in a...
Read More →Mortaling
Sex, the nirvana of plebe Robeless, uninitiated Moaning, careless of nightingale Hiking above, flying below; the bird of prey Into immoral talons Prometheusian chain links unraveled Harder! their unisoned voice exhaled an unbreathable into each other But who cares for...
Read More →Present-in-tense
Today, the metaphor will be hauled to the plaza It served its time in the dungeons, with plebe For a mindless crime Its crime was murderless yet caught was between the suspension points, was caught And fell below The gallows
Read More →En Route
Toward me I depart With unwalked steps With steps I say, else won’t be said for now. Thus I say Nearly quiet as unspoken The road was shadowed by whispers Until it became solid within When the steps became steps...
Read More →Positivity
I feel that it's time for something positive But do many positive moments feel bitter sweet? Perhaps it's time to acknowledge The gratefulness and joy we tend to leave in the back seat For instance, the beauty of the sky...
Read More →Grammar of the soul
I lived in a country where they conjugated the noun Love It had the past the present & the future Like a corner verb Cheap With a ripped stocking and a frisby orgasm The embrace tense was missing Evol…
Read More →Cold Hearts
sitting here in desperation gazing down from my apartment window in the sky waiting for the world to calm my frustration waiting for humanity to hit a moral bull’s eye all the words that I know get stuck in my...
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