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Sun Rich Water
This is what its like at the bottom of the sea;
it is like an apartment in summer, it is fan centric,
flower rich, a nude girl lies dreamily on the couch
too hot for modesty, the light filtering down is like
a music box, the air is one long hum like a
neverending breath.
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Literature
New Egg Gothic
the little lingering systems of solace
go about their way like angels
unimpeded by the weight of themselves
untroubled by the mess they leave
rainboots making footsteps into puddles
grieving little grooves in wet earth
there is a time to think about these systems
but doing so is like peeling a badly boiled egg
the eggshells inseparable from the white
a cracked disaster held in one hand
phasing its way through
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Literature
Someones Unlucky Numbers
The four points on the body
are the rose of the compass
which pivots and follows
the amalgam of the four elements
that is cradled in a veiled chasm
where the four evangelists confer
warmly arguing in the form of birds
the four points on the body
are the four chambers of the heart
the four limbs
are the arrows leading to each
they represent by turn
the joy of life
the awe of the divine
the moment that is wholly your own
the graciousness felt for chaos
your four joints, bracing, bending
are submission and conquest
The four points on the body
are the missing spaces of the subatomic shell
they are your wisdom teeth
long gone or painful
the four points on your body
are the ice in your veins
they are breath escaping your knuckles
a bead of sweat between haggard eyes
nervous plasma coursing free
the four points on your body
are the four corners of the world
the four points
ride straight out of Revelation
the four points of your body
are a ladybug inside your chest
they are the tendons in your
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Literature
Might Makes
Choose to be mighty:
snap the greenwood gates
let the sap run down
into your red and bloody thumb
don't stop, give pressure
let it all boil over
into clouds and shimmerings
stalwart, fight on
there is too much at stake
to be left up to fate
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Literature
Statement from Fashion
it is never enough to just get ready
you've gotta make a statement
put a splash on those bones
you'll need your hands free
you're feelings numb
the sum of extra planetary critique
from some God to their bugs
put those fishnets away
thou hasent the time to play
the ocean is a dangerous place
to wade in anyway
when you are ready then you are made
read-easy, you are an open book
you are a dash of rhinestone polish
bleak and pallid and going out of style
is what's in the mirror what's really
going out there?
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Literature
Projections for latter
there is a great path to the roof of the mouth of the river that runs the yard to the threshold of something irrevocable. when you traverse it your toes catch hold and don't let go for all the money in the world, the jig thereafter is up in the air, whatever happens might not always
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Literature
Bleached Letters
there is so much time alive between us and 'us
just too true are the artificial ways i've found
to circumvent this crux, in the end they all prove
not unreal enough
if i am to see you it will be in the sidelines
that I insist on visiting
how that mind upends all mine from mind
thereafter things tend to be left behind
its a long road to walk to be literal
which is still too figurative to figure out
but i'm dismissing the possibilities i'm missing
the truth of the fantasy is more-so
what I have been about
before the ink dries let me spill
this is less diatribe than bitter time capsule
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Banter off the Terrace
you are on this day, the knowing place
the going place, you are the pace to be
outrun. You are the satellite over Italy
making light out of what you see
The solar smirk of a rising sun
What you've gone and what you've done
are separate things, oppressive wedding rings
merry ever after, a villa free of laughter
the kissing chime of wine flutes sings
a lucky crystal hum, by ratio it seems
this prosperity is not for anyone.  
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Literature
Liminal Outreach Program
Curse this Doorway.
the authenticity of each passage
flashing, camera bulb bright in each batting eye.
Messages, focus, desperate held
each string of synapse; a necklace of nuclear pearls
enjambed; folding in on a twilight perspective
rife with ghosts, with girls, with talking formalities
motive long gone, a hollow frame lashed round
a horizontal swaying plastic abomination
Click, Click, like a gun, cracks itself open.
Salutations on a empty desolate plain
no new world here, an apocalyptic wilderness
it will take nasty years to make myself King again.
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Proud Against A Backdrop
You are a honey stain,
thumb crushed into the flat of the sky
the grooves and impress of an absence
filled to its brim with the light of all flowers.
a whole world, the stable staying ground of orientation
hands clasping tree trunks, I am a motionless plea
unto a feather light signal beacon that drifts
aloft the baying of wolves,
dismiss me for wilder voices
I have found the safest way to pray is like a poppy.
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Literature
The High Up Places
We are on our way laterally
the scenery is fixed it is many ruby blurs
ways and directions are optioned, declined
everything is passing, this is in passion
what you build up here can not be torn down
choices omitted are no longer excuses.
There is a prominent event rising
clenching fists and barring its bows
God has found countless ways to move the wind
but if there were a ladder from his tower
it fell down when babel did.
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Literature
Wire
a long dark road is strewn in hair
the nightime speaks: beware, beware!
its voice is chill and wind and shadow
your neck is pricked your heart goes hollow
what lingers on your starry path
some black and bestial aftermath
or else a web of tangled strands
that might form shapes like clutching hands
your breath is caught, you start to choke
the eerie stillness at last is broke
and in your soiled palm you spy
one long thin strand leading inside
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Literature
Agenda For Today
You are Gods now and power corrupts
therefore: your most corrupted self
what do you think of that?
Consider also, there is being human.
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Literature
Not Exactly Angry No
am I incredulous to be here,
held in the crook of the arm of this wholesale
when i could if i would, rather be dripping
from everyplace I end, overturned, top to bottom
I am finding new gaps, an aperture a longing
floor length and reflective, full body, clay cooked
want, pure and shaggy, to be handled.
broken bad luck, irresistible scours
the desert dreams get in, each sharp grain is itself
no one elses, each coywolf night is wedded
where fixtures in the skyscape get impractical
up close it is all so impartial to me
they are also uncertain of me
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Literature
If you were a boy you'd be a billy
Rent shouldn't be this hard to pay.
Someone, someway, could really use this money
((it's us, we're so needy)) [we don't really need this]
money is sick to handle, I purell my hands
every half hour at work, only so little because
I worry i'll strip my hands some kind of pristine,
the real way to mishandle a memento is
not at all.
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Literature
April II
it develops naturally, like symbol-rich conversation
the lingering Appetizers on the table between,
white cheese going lukewarm
when a word comes up, more jarring than the rest
Staccato--
we are all gathering up ourselves,
we are going home to move a table
driving to the bay area
playing computer games on a warm
spring day,
the way the trees waft the wind
the most beautiful voices in creation
eavesdropping through the wall
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My Captain Is A Mountain
My captain is a mountain o’er his cavalry
As he crashes like a wave on the strand
On the green sporting field with great chivalry
And I, his private, start a cheer in the stands.
His shoulders are a broad barrage of fortitude,
Flanked by sturdy posts, tan and unbreakable.
His legs are pillars, pale-sculpted with aptitude;
They are slender like a deer’s—a lounge-table’s.
His voice is deep like thunder, but with smallest cracks,
Like those in an ancient Greek idol, timeless.
No words proper can describe it, for they all lack
The beauty of his words, as they are rhymeless.
His brow is like a wheat-field, soft and golden toned
With fine dark grains which may all sweet brows surpass.
They frame two lapis-lazuli, set in white stone,
And are poised by the wisps of autumn grass.
His locks are as a mixed barley field, dark and light,
Dewed with body’s-rain that trickles down his crown.
Those beautiful, fine-carved posts like battle rams fight
To repel the losing forces
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Dandelion Wishes
The wind blew away its wishes
Did it leave a wish for me?
A summer breath upon the grass,
Upon a white cotton sea,
Blowing o so cheerily.
So softly did the north wind blow,
Dandelion spores dancing.
Heading out like college students,
They glade with glee entrancing
O’er poplar trees, romancing.
Their romantic dance caught my breath
And I heaved a sigh to greet.
Is there still a wish left for me
To blow off, above the wheat,
Traveling to the wish-granters feet?
I longed for love to stay with me,
Never straying far away.
Yet he left with fall’s gold warning,
My grief growing by the day,
Stripped of the poplar’s awning.
The summer gave way to autumn’s frost,
My letters never answered.
When will my waiting cease its wait,
Forever joy not deterred,
For its end in love not spurred?
The wind blew away its wishes,
Dandelion spores dancing.
Is there still a wish left for me,
My grief growing by the day,
For its end in love not spurred?
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Unloveable
What is it that makes you hollow?
A staring statue with faded eyes
Standing behind a wall built of crumbling
Dreams, and hopes you never dared to have.
They swore they did it for your own good
As they constructed that wall, brick by brick,
And from that point the laughter you heard
Was far away, and drowned your own sobs.
You're not worthy of being heard, you think.
Even if it's not true, it's easier that way.
It's not that the universe is so very unfair,
It's that you're so damn unloveable,
Unloveable.
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I want someone to kiss me
     and mean it,
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determinedly on a leaf,
              and lends itself to
          the curves of her cheek.
I want tension,
        I want friction,
     I want heat.
            I want rose quartz,
                  I want snow
              instead of sleet.
I want the pressure of
       Pressure
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&
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Curves
I wanted to be angled,
Sharp and cut,
Like a sculpture in stone,
But you wouldn’t let me,
Running your hands over my curves,
You slid up and down,
Kissing each dip,
Stroking each high,
You loved my soft skin.
So I closed my eyes,
And tried to believe,
That maybe this femininity is beautiful,
That maybe stone wouldn’t be as
Perfect and smooth,
As the skin on my hips.
And that maybe,
Just maybe,
There was truth in your words,
Or all those kisses,
Perched on your lips.
Maybe I could be elegant,
Sweet and long,
With these short legs.
And maybe,
I could still be captivating,
Without wisps of curls cascading,
Down my back.
Still be astounding,
Without the stars,
Shining in my eyes,
Still be grasping,
With my little hands.
Finally seeing that,
I could see the adoration in your words,
The wanting in your eyes,
Of me,
Just the way I was.
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In the blistering heat of winter,
I turn and see your foot prints in the snow,
The large snow-craters following my smaller footfall.
I see you are no-where in sight. You are a mirage.
Why can't you leave me alone, you antiquated man?
I am like the shepherdess in all those old folk-songs,
Warding off your knightly advances,
Nightly tapping on my window-glass,
Pressing your beaklike red nose flat.
You sing me those troubadour songs,
But you don't know what the words mean.
Leave me alone, Don Quixote,
I am not your Dulcinea
Instead, I am your Aldonza.
You promise me love, riches, 1,000 attendents,
But I have all the love I need, with my own husband.
Leave me alone, you elderly homeless fool!
I am not your damsel-in-distress,
Regard me as a windmill,
A hardened, hauty adversary.
Or at least a friendly Sancho Panza.
Leave me be, go on with your life
Or my soundness of mind
Will melt with the snows on which I tread.
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Dream when rocked to slumber
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Rest the eyes
Rest the being
But fighting stress
Fighting the fears
Reaching for the desires
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This is what its like at the bottom of the sea;
it is like an apartment in summer, it is fan centric,
flower rich, a nude girl lies dreamily on the couch
too hot for modesty, the light filtering down is like
a music box, the air is one long hum like a
neverending breath.
Sun Rich Water
please enjoy, also I am in anxiety. is mention of nudity in itself nudity? have i unintentionally titillated the youth?
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the little lingering systems of solace
go about their way like angels
unimpeded by the weight of themselves
untroubled by the mess they leave
rainboots making footsteps into puddles
grieving little grooves in wet earth
there is a time to think about these systems
but doing so is like peeling a badly boiled egg
the eggshells inseparable from the white
a cracked disaster held in one hand
phasing its way through
The four points on the body
are the rose of the compass
which pivots and follows
the amalgam of the four elements
that is cradled in a veiled chasm
where the four evangelists confer
warmly arguing in the form of birds
the four points on the body
are the four chambers of the heart
the four limbs
are the arrows leading to each
they represent by turn
the joy of life
the awe of the divine
the moment that is wholly your own
the graciousness felt for chaos
your four joints, bracing, bending
are submission and conquest
The four points on the body
are the missing spaces of the subatomic shell
they are your wisdom teeth
long gone or painful
the four points on your body
are the ice in your veins
they are breath escaping your knuckles
a bead of sweat between haggard eyes
nervous plasma coursing free
the four points on your body
are the four corners of the world
the four points
ride straight out of Revelation
the four points of your body
are a ladybug inside your chest
they are the tendons in your right pinkie
and the fist you've made of your left
Choose to be mighty:
snap the greenwood gates
let the sap run down
into your red and bloody thumb
don't stop, give pressure
let it all boil over
into clouds and shimmerings
stalwart, fight on
there is too much at stake
to be left up to fate
it is never enough to just get ready
you've gotta make a statement
put a splash on those bones
you'll need your hands free
you're feelings numb
the sum of extra planetary critique
from some God to their bugs
put those fishnets away
thou hasent the time to play
the ocean is a dangerous place
to wade in anyway
when you are ready then you are made
read-easy, you are an open book
you are a dash of rhinestone polish
bleak and pallid and going out of style
is what's in the mirror what's really
going out there?

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If you gouge a little deeper, just spread the pain around
You'll find what's in there to be found

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It seems I have quite a few favorites to thank you for! :)
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Merci pour the watch & fav's. ☺️
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THANKS FOR THE FAVORITE OK GAWD
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I appreciate the fave on Wait It Out. Thank you.

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