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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..
1: 3: The Star 1 and 1: 4: The Star 2
Excerpts 3 and 4 from Journal 1, 'Path to A Real Man'
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1'
The Star 1:
To shoot high the star
must have sunk low...
To feel at it's best it must
have been at it's worst...
To have immense courage
it must have felt helpless...
To see it all it must
have been blinded...
To be found the child
must have been abandoned...
To have been fed well
it must have been hungered...
To play in delight it must
have been alone...
To...
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1'
The Star 1:
To shoot high the star
must have sunk low...
To feel at it's best it must
have been at it's worst...
To have immense courage
it must have felt helpless...
To see it all it must
have been blinded...
To be found the child
must have been abandoned...
To have been fed well
it must have been hungered...
To play in delight it must
have been alone...
To...
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Nihilistic Nomad
-inspired by a homeless man living in woods and running from
heartache who had a number of actual snake stories:
If the heart was a nihilistic nomad
how it would wander to places unknown
how it would revert away from shelter
and safety and zealously beg to be shown
a prosaic hibernation in which to lie low
away from the rigid and undeviating rigamarole
of endless insolvent attempts to meet halfway
all of its predicaments carried along the way
it would wait for nightfall to enter a din
reborn into darkness and away from sin ...
heartache who had a number of actual snake stories:
If the heart was a nihilistic nomad
how it would wander to places unknown
how it would revert away from shelter
and safety and zealously beg to be shown
a prosaic hibernation in which to lie low
away from the rigid and undeviating rigamarole
of endless insolvent attempts to meet halfway
all of its predicaments carried along the way
it would wait for nightfall to enter a din
reborn into darkness and away from sin ...
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1: 1: The Desire For True Love
Excerpt 1 from Journal 1, 'Path to a Real Man':
-From 'Journals to My True Love Part 1'
Want and need are
the wrong words
to describe
what is meant to be
My Love....
Freefalling, letting
come what may
also being aware and
making tough decisions
are all tools of life...
In this journey if
we find each other,
it will be fates accident,
and yet already be written
in the stars...
One has no control,
ones world just happens
and we hold on
for the ride
for what it's...
-From 'Journals to My True Love Part 1'
Want and need are
the wrong words
to describe
what is meant to be
My Love....
Freefalling, letting
come what may
also being aware and
making tough decisions
are all tools of life...
In this journey if
we find each other,
it will be fates accident,
and yet already be written
in the stars...
One has no control,
ones world just happens
and we hold on
for the ride
for what it's...
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1: 2: My Soul Knows My True Love
Excerpt 2 from Journal 1: 'Path to a Real Man'
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1':
The thoughts of you
in my mind are so warm
and beautiful...
They are enough...
My soul knows yours...
Aside from this
physical, tangible world
is another,
fluid and
ever present...
We are part of a
group of souls
who seek truth and
embrace it in
our own ways...
On this surface plane
we must keep face...
We must hold on to
what we cannot see
for, it is in there:
We...
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 1':
The thoughts of you
in my mind are so warm
and beautiful...
They are enough...
My soul knows yours...
Aside from this
physical, tangible world
is another,
fluid and
ever present...
We are part of a
group of souls
who seek truth and
embrace it in
our own ways...
On this surface plane
we must keep face...
We must hold on to
what we cannot see
for, it is in there:
We...
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Pain Spirals
-From 'Noon Realizations':
Pain
spirals inside
and hits obtuse
walls to rebound...
You barely see it
but I feel it as
it whips around
and reaches...
My tomorrow
and brings it back
to now, the losses
compound...
They collapse
and circle around
the walls stay
the same, but...
My soul hits ground
again and again
it tries to be found
but cannot...
Only words
give it sound
unheard, they return
to now...
Pain
spirals inside
and hits obtuse
walls to rebound...
You barely see it
but I feel it as
it whips around
and reaches...
My tomorrow
and brings it back
to now, the losses
compound...
They collapse
and circle around
the walls stay
the same, but...
My soul hits ground
again and again
it tries to be found
but cannot...
Only words
give it sound
unheard, they return
to now...
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The Train
-From 'Noon Realizations':
Clickety-clack,
the train which
moves and shakes
on rickety rails.
It buzzes and
hums loudly
then winds down;
all is silent;
it restarts
like a heart
shocked to life.
Then,
it blasts
into daylight
and exposes
through windows
its bobbing,
weaving self;
its cars moving, bouncing
sliding, seeming
in opposition.
Then,
it plummets
into dark
and slows
screaching,
wailing, it
reveals twists
and turns
and dark tunnels...
Clickety-clack,
the train which
moves and shakes
on rickety rails.
It buzzes and
hums loudly
then winds down;
all is silent;
it restarts
like a heart
shocked to life.
Then,
it blasts
into daylight
and exposes
through windows
its bobbing,
weaving self;
its cars moving, bouncing
sliding, seeming
in opposition.
Then,
it plummets
into dark
and slows
screaching,
wailing, it
reveals twists
and turns
and dark tunnels...
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5: 30: The Contorted Heart
Excerpt 30 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2':
Pray for me, My Love that I might survive the perils I face everyday...
See me in pale glowing glory in front of you... Hear me as I call you to answer...
Guide me out of darkness and into daylight... Tend to and support my tattered
self as I crumble... Help me stand straight in your midst...
My Love, I need your help so badly yet I am afraid to ask for it...
I feel so unworthy... I have never been understood by such a caring man...
I have never been...
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2':
Pray for me, My Love that I might survive the perils I face everyday...
See me in pale glowing glory in front of you... Hear me as I call you to answer...
Guide me out of darkness and into daylight... Tend to and support my tattered
self as I crumble... Help me stand straight in your midst...
My Love, I need your help so badly yet I am afraid to ask for it...
I feel so unworthy... I have never been understood by such a caring man...
I have never been...
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5: 27: To Reach Back
Excerpt 27 From Journal 5: 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2':
My Love, in a crystal lake there is perfect clarity...
By making our minds crystal we reside in the lake together
and free of all trappings... See me as I see you...
The scars do not matter... We are buoyant and weightless...
All pains are relieved... Let us press together and be as one...
In reading these words feel this pressure of my heart against
yours...
I do not invade you but relieve your losses and allow you to
gain my...
-From 'Journals to My True Love, Part 2':
My Love, in a crystal lake there is perfect clarity...
By making our minds crystal we reside in the lake together
and free of all trappings... See me as I see you...
The scars do not matter... We are buoyant and weightless...
All pains are relieved... Let us press together and be as one...
In reading these words feel this pressure of my heart against
yours...
I do not invade you but relieve your losses and allow you to
gain my...
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I Begged To Know Why
Forced it was through a pinpoint hole
unofficially lax the hindrant role
insalubrious it was and familiarly grown
unrefined in a second-rate way and prone
tractable yet sequestered and alone
I only felt it in a mutinous tone
open-handed and in a rubbed out way
my pleas had fallen into a place of decay
taxonomic and spineless in syrupy form
taken for granted the creationist storm
flashed away to a highflown borne
a slip-shod pedantry remained to adjourn
an erudition of such care-worn travail
to the works of a proletarian it paled
a...
unofficially lax the hindrant role
insalubrious it was and familiarly grown
unrefined in a second-rate way and prone
tractable yet sequestered and alone
I only felt it in a mutinous tone
open-handed and in a rubbed out way
my pleas had fallen into a place of decay
taxonomic and spineless in syrupy form
taken for granted the creationist storm
flashed away to a highflown borne
a slip-shod pedantry remained to adjourn
an erudition of such care-worn travail
to the works of a proletarian it paled
a...
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Doll on a Shelf
Eyes rimmed in blue she sat or
rather layed on a painted top shelf
dusty and grey with circumstance
forgotten and in a frozen trance...
Staring stony from her face her
mouth a nonpertinent case her
plastic hair was shiny with bare
impurities fallen from heady still air...
In a reticent glare her eyes were wide
with all that around her sat to reside
ignoble as well forgotten and flaked
strewn as sultans in a corralled shack...
Repined repudiation of former days
her remembrance was of sorrelous stays
heightened on a sunlit...
rather layed on a painted top shelf
dusty and grey with circumstance
forgotten and in a frozen trance...
Staring stony from her face her
mouth a nonpertinent case her
plastic hair was shiny with bare
impurities fallen from heady still air...
In a reticent glare her eyes were wide
with all that around her sat to reside
ignoble as well forgotten and flaked
strewn as sultans in a corralled shack...
Repined repudiation of former days
her remembrance was of sorrelous stays
heightened on a sunlit...
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To Want It Deeply
To want it deeply
just enough to meet me
unworthy in a way that
could never know a stay...
Heavy to abound with
the world to resound
gathered all around
yet all was shut out...
To recieve yet again
and want only that man
and like no other he was
hardly just a friend...
Holding him close in
my mind was morose
and in a frail way provoked
to need him this way...
Filled up inside with
his scandalous pride
I needed to ride and to
hold the loose reins...
Not without an obdurate
doubt tangled...
just enough to meet me
unworthy in a way that
could never know a stay...
Heavy to abound with
the world to resound
gathered all around
yet all was shut out...
To recieve yet again
and want only that man
and like no other he was
hardly just a friend...
Holding him close in
my mind was morose
and in a frail way provoked
to need him this way...
Filled up inside with
his scandalous pride
I needed to ride and to
hold the loose reins...
Not without an obdurate
doubt tangled...
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Implicit Reprobation
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