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Reactionary (Poem)

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Reacting

It’s because

God’s redacting

The impulses laws

The breathe of life

Can’t be seen

Neither willed with pentacle or even the knife

Search with your microscope for how all this has been

Seek with the telescope

Reach for the source

Till the point that straining breaks conscience rope

You’ll find the answer is to keep reacting…of course

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Flavors (Poem)

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Horseradish and cigars

Flavors

Drawn up by the stars

Neighbors

Full of roots

Go down to the core

To the bottom of my boots

Reaching for one whiskey more

I luxuriate in tombs

Till spring again

Around me blooms

In drops of rain

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Crazy (Poem)

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Where is my strange angel

Is she dancing on a needle’s head

At the angle

Of the floor and bed

Tides rushing through her mind

Days and nights

I watch her try to find

Ways to the heights

To reclaim her birthright

Reaching through the dawn

Broken wings flight

Visions she’s drawn

In the ashtray

Pulsing through her heart in my arms

It’s ok

There are no more harms

Yea baby

Mending

Is when you confess you’re crazy

Now one more kiss and get to standing

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Blank (Poem)

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Congaree National Park – Circa 2010

I can’t think of a thing

And why should I

Waiting

That’s just how I fly

Cause I’ve slipped through

The hole in my heart

Variate hue

O subtle art

Standing

Amidst pillars of always and naught

Printing

That which the melding evening’s morning brought

Sing o yes sing out

Steel crisp

Blades of sonnet shout

Solemn mirthing wisp

Into the ether old

Glint like stars

In infinite mold

The divinest song of Mars

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Tragic Magic (Poem)

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Sad magic children

Woven through time

Sad magic children

Carry a chorus a line

I’m alive right now

Right now I’m alive

Squeezing through Tapestries

Pinpoint arranged

Such subtle gravities

Surprised anything’s changed

There is only one chorus

There is only one line

One song about us

Simple divine

I’m alive

Right now I’m alive

Now is forever

Cause ever was nothing

Till it became something

A zero a one

The shift is electric

The magic is done

Now back to static

The program will forever run

As sad magic children

Woven through time

Carry a chorus a line

I’m alive right now

Right now I’m alive

 

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Clever Dear (Poem)

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Drunken frutiflies dance in my wineglass

All through the night

I hear their souls pass

Like seconds to the right

Clockwise and clocwork

They pass down my gullet

Like dregs that rise

Downwards a bit like regret

But refreshments so crisp

Like grapes full of captured sun

I begin to lisp

All about the already run

Put black horses through their paces

Hourglasses with sand

Grain that traces

Glimmers of land

In the oasis

O

Abuzz are the contented

Till they go

To lands enchanted

To sing forever

Sing so clear

That they are silent

Clever dear

Yes,

Clever dear

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Already (Poem)

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I’m ok

Already

There’s nothing to say

To be calm and steady

I’m ok

You cry

For one more day

To try

I’m ok

There’s nothing to it

Already

No working through it

It’s ready

I’m ok

Setting off

Where plans lay

You  cough

A cigarette ray

I’m ok

Already

Smoldering

Steady o so steady

Soldiering

I’m ok

Already

There’s rememberance in fire

All there…all steady…already

There’s nothing that’s dire

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Sweet Uncertainty (Violin, Voice, and Guitar)

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Ooooo oooo

Sweet uncertainty

Bring another gift to me

Ooooo ooooo

I am so loose

My wings

Angles obtuse

So rings

Sweet

 Yea sweeet

Yea my sweet

Uncertainty

 

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Rain (Poem)

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There is nothing left

Except the rain

Deft

The flitting cross the main

A throughfare

So subtly here

Yet nearly there

This vertically fissile air

Broken by the waters

That had grown wings

A myria glimmering daughters

Too lofty for even kings

For none can catch

That which is stretching

Back to earth to latch

Forver reaching

For the next

Dew course

From sea to air

From source

To source

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St. Charlemagne (Poem)

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Do you like strange stories

And stranger music

Are you a stranger

Illfit categories

An urbanite rustic

Dwelling so safely in danger

Far from the hills

Amid the mountains

Shining planes

Windowsills

Hermit Charlemagnes

Conquering the shadow Sun

Pallbearing at weddings

Like static it runs

Fills ears with flood

Neither Normans nor Huns

Ah how the old blood

It reads

Amidst the branches

To deeds

Harry did you say we were

Late again

How typical

To miss the train

So sure

Dedicated to negation

Navigating

Through a portion of a tether

So frustraing

All this weather

Blowing chaff and wheat as one

Strange

Strange stories

Mixing ancient allegories

Do you love me

Do you love these

Are there whispers on the breeze

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