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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
5: 68: Your Flawed Self
Excerpt 68 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love Part 2'
My Love, somewhere deep inside yourself, find me, see me...
In a deep place you forgot long ago...
In a place where you were wounded and rejected,
where the wounds never healed...
Face yourself in this place you so fear...
Where you were defenseless and weak...
Face that I am there...
Face that I embody what you both passionately love and hate...
Face that I am impure and degraded...
Face what life has done to me...
Meet me as an opponent would in...
-From 'Journals To My True Love Part 2'
My Love, somewhere deep inside yourself, find me, see me...
In a deep place you forgot long ago...
In a place where you were wounded and rejected,
where the wounds never healed...
Face yourself in this place you so fear...
Where you were defenseless and weak...
Face that I am there...
Face that I embody what you both passionately love and hate...
Face that I am impure and degraded...
Face what life has done to me...
Meet me as an opponent would in...
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Life Of A Poet
-From 'Noon Realizations'
Black,
my heart
which blows
and spits forth
words...
It sputters
and gurgles
in finality
as a motor
about to give out...
I throws
its last bits
of prose
to again fall
on deaf ears...
It laughs
and seethes
with futility
and fatality
and grandeur...
It gives its
last bit of life
to the words
to carry on
as in black...
Light descends
incandescent,
words carry on
as truth reviles
old lies...
Black,
my heart
which blows
and spits forth
words...
It sputters
and gurgles
in finality
as a motor
about to give out...
I throws
its last bits
of prose
to again fall
on deaf ears...
It laughs
and seethes
with futility
and fatality
and grandeur...
It gives its
last bit of life
to the words
to carry on
as in black...
Light descends
incandescent,
words carry on
as truth reviles
old lies...
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Faced With Reason
-From 'Noon Realizations'
Heart
afire with agony
seethes in the
afterburn of day...
Disjointed
the limbs
and slackened,
the pain inebriates...
The mind swims in
a sea of unreason,
at high noon
the tide ebbs...
Floating the corpse
bobs in the foam
shocked and
taken...
Slowly
entrenched in time
by things
unknown...
Heart
afire with agony
seethes in the
afterburn of day...
Disjointed
the limbs
and slackened,
the pain inebriates...
The mind swims in
a sea of unreason,
at high noon
the tide ebbs...
Floating the corpse
bobs in the foam
shocked and
taken...
Slowly
entrenched in time
by things
unknown...
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5: 74: Human Parasites
Excerpt 74 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
If human relationships are parasitic,
we are each others parasite...
If God has created this than we are
at its mercy...
My Love, you are like my boy child
whom I want to care for selflessly...
But I also want to possess and own you
to give all this meaning...
My hands want to hold you and my
heart wants you to need me...
I want you to cry out for me like the
baby bird for sustenance...
I want you blind and helpless so I...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
If human relationships are parasitic,
we are each others parasite...
If God has created this than we are
at its mercy...
My Love, you are like my boy child
whom I want to care for selflessly...
But I also want to possess and own you
to give all this meaning...
My hands want to hold you and my
heart wants you to need me...
I want you to cry out for me like the
baby bird for sustenance...
I want you blind and helpless so I...
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5: 60: Birds Of Prey
Excerpt 60 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the parent bird of prey sees the helpless
blind and chirping baby bird and wants to devour it
at times for it is so much trouble to tend and raise and the
parent bird is to predatory to have any full compassion
for the needy hatchling... It tires in the difficulty of watching
its struggle... It also envies it so in knowing it has such a
long future ahead compared to the parent... It feels
frustration in all it sees that the baby is completely ...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the parent bird of prey sees the helpless
blind and chirping baby bird and wants to devour it
at times for it is so much trouble to tend and raise and the
parent bird is to predatory to have any full compassion
for the needy hatchling... It tires in the difficulty of watching
its struggle... It also envies it so in knowing it has such a
long future ahead compared to the parent... It feels
frustration in all it sees that the baby is completely ...
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Far Gone Girl
Scattered and broken the
miscreant melodies went unchosen
rapt and resonating with replication
in a symphony of dour deterioration
a soul unharbored was crushed to dust
demolished by a wrecking ball of mistrust
like metal framework exposed to damp air
her convictions succumbed without a care
she had forgotten her way for just too long
wandering in a junkyard her context was wrong
she had needed to be placed on a higher loft
but never recieved the chance to be so soft
with hardness she repelled all conjectures
yet was never...
miscreant melodies went unchosen
rapt and resonating with replication
in a symphony of dour deterioration
a soul unharbored was crushed to dust
demolished by a wrecking ball of mistrust
like metal framework exposed to damp air
her convictions succumbed without a care
she had forgotten her way for just too long
wandering in a junkyard her context was wrong
she had needed to be placed on a higher loft
but never recieved the chance to be so soft
with hardness she repelled all conjectures
yet was never...
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Blind Intention
A foolish invention
snared by convention the
insane pretention was a
blind intention...
Walked and prolonged
meandering and overlong
the facsimile was wrong
wracked by insension...
Misprized by contempt
it hardly wasn't spent
so filled with lament so
hardly unmentioned...
Granular and profuse
her attempts were a muse
that followed no proof
and met with dissention...
Paraded around her
digressions to abound
they gave not a sound
a quandry of detention...
With a tumble-down air
so unmet...
snared by convention the
insane pretention was a
blind intention...
Walked and prolonged
meandering and overlong
the facsimile was wrong
wracked by insension...
Misprized by contempt
it hardly wasn't spent
so filled with lament so
hardly unmentioned...
Granular and profuse
her attempts were a muse
that followed no proof
and met with dissention...
Paraded around her
digressions to abound
they gave not a sound
a quandry of detention...
With a tumble-down air
so unmet...
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5: 73: Transient At Last
Excerpt 73 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
As sand into the wind I let you go...
The form you never held becomes it...
It blows through me and around me...
My heart loses its form and dissolves...
It beats from outside me and not within...
I am transient at last...
My hands lose their grip on everything...
My head releases the thoughts it once held...
In all your aliveness you cease to live...
And in this release so do I as well....
I become forged in this transformation...
I consist of...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
As sand into the wind I let you go...
The form you never held becomes it...
It blows through me and around me...
My heart loses its form and dissolves...
It beats from outside me and not within...
I am transient at last...
My hands lose their grip on everything...
My head releases the thoughts it once held...
In all your aliveness you cease to live...
And in this release so do I as well....
I become forged in this transformation...
I consist of...
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5: 71: Autumn To Spring
Excerpt 71 from Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
Tended in spring like tiny buds which emerged
among a deep frost...
They knew to come to life from which they sprang,
blushing pink as they turned from green...
The adversity did not stop them...
In newness they still tasted autumn...
For it was their pattern to break forth into...
For when I died, I died for you to live...
I folded for you to unfold one fragrant
petal at a time...
Though you were buried under decayed leaves...
You...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
Tended in spring like tiny buds which emerged
among a deep frost...
They knew to come to life from which they sprang,
blushing pink as they turned from green...
The adversity did not stop them...
In newness they still tasted autumn...
For it was their pattern to break forth into...
For when I died, I died for you to live...
I folded for you to unfold one fragrant
petal at a time...
Though you were buried under decayed leaves...
You...
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Retrospective Veritude
The doorway opened just a crack
the air was still in stonewashed lack
peering mindless mercied and mute
what they saw was far from cute
hassled harshly prattled and askew it
surreptitiously tauted an imposing few
that retroverted the rancorous mind
to all that fell that was never kind
hardened heavily hinging on chaste
callous cathartic remedied in replace
written and storied the vestigial remains
carried unbroken the unsung refrains
viridescently washed-out and worn
veridically balanced tattered and torn
the veritudes that glowed so...
the air was still in stonewashed lack
peering mindless mercied and mute
what they saw was far from cute
hassled harshly prattled and askew it
surreptitiously tauted an imposing few
that retroverted the rancorous mind
to all that fell that was never kind
hardened heavily hinging on chaste
callous cathartic remedied in replace
written and storied the vestigial remains
carried unbroken the unsung refrains
viridescently washed-out and worn
veridically balanced tattered and torn
the veritudes that glowed so...
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Transfixative Travail
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3: 2: The Chasm
Excerpt 2 from Journal 3, 'The Garden of Truth'
-from 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1'
Let me fall... Into the deep chasm that is you...
As I reach out to touch what is so clearly visible and seems so close...
Let the fall awaken me...
Let it be long and free of jagged edges...
Let it be direct...
Let me land hard and fast at the bottom and die a quick death...
so as to awaken me in the next world to see with new eyes...
Let me be pulled in without resistance, without doubt...
Let me shed the trappings of duality
so as not...
-from 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1'
Let me fall... Into the deep chasm that is you...
As I reach out to touch what is so clearly visible and seems so close...
Let the fall awaken me...
Let it be long and free of jagged edges...
Let it be direct...
Let me land hard and fast at the bottom and die a quick death...
so as to awaken me in the next world to see with new eyes...
Let me be pulled in without resistance, without doubt...
Let me shed the trappings of duality
so as not...
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