Long Abrasions Poems

[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big...

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Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier....

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~Collaboration with Silent One~


Laura Loo's Poem: PART I- A child thinking about running away

Neglected…unprotected…
frayed from the inside
impaired…nobody cared…

I have no mother to nourish my unhealthy soul. My father
loved the bottle and the bruises combined with...

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I don’t deserve
This kind of punch to my pride
You used your best left hook, uppercut and jab to my ego
Here desperately griping the corner of the ring
Unable to believe the idea
That he ever felt that...

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A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid

They assist in the...

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4/22/17


No intentions of being misleading
Could go by bleeding
Is one way of leaving
As the heart stops beating
And the lungs stop breathing

Also could be caused from exsanguination

Across a pagan nation
Could go by strangulation
Which'll cause and make abrasions
With...

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Pt. 2
 with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice.  I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to...

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Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir
Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter
and turn him into an agent assassin 
with the clandestine power of hypnotism
yes Generalissimo I am here to obey
decked...

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I fall a raindrop from stratus to stratum
birthed from clouds pregnant with thunder
a lion’s roar —a pride in the sky— fierce!
armed with lightning’s rip and slit
the scythe of claw and tooth finds its prey
knifing sunset’s...

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The once magnificent garden had become a paradise of weeds towering high

Ragwort and dandelion shedding their seeds took over the lonely asylum

Rakes shears shovels and secateurs rested where Tim had left them to dwell

Mocking and...

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1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings...

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Tim had entered the state of a corpse while
the chorus assaulting his purulent soul festered
Callouses on his corpus callosum pretended
there was no connection just chaos exhumed

Corpuscles splattered astray ice in his vessels
in the same vein...

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About Pain

                                 What...

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I remember as a young child,
sitting on the stone steps
of my South Philadelphia
neighborhood,

Inquisitively witnessing
the massive amounts
of scattered debris,
sprinkled across
the concrete sidewalks
& black asphalt streets...

Like a nuclear waste site
of embittered souls in retreat,
from something I had...

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My friend
 Carla 
was trying 
to rescue me 
from Tony
the tyranny 
of his beastility
See:
Carla has ownership
of her own 
battles to win
And I
  wasn't ready 
to let her 
abrasions 
suck me in
Although:
her heart is
 in...

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abused as a small child, 
so meek and so damn mild-
innocence brought sadness, 
in adulthood came madness. 

daddy couldn’t put the bottle down, 
he tried and failed many a time-
too many bruises black and brown,...

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At my own admission I've grown black hearted, Find it hard to cry for the dearly departed. I've started with myself and made no difference...
my reflection ain't healthy I've been plagued by ignorance. An insignificance...

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Some people paint with their words,
Creating images with contrast and flow
That lift the hearts of others, 
Inspiring both their spirit and soul.

Some paint with their life’s work,
Their canvases deeply composed
With connections to millions of people
Reflecting...

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a cog in the wheel and a log on the fire

of dreams I hallucinate unless the days

are visions of sleepless delusions of truth


its real and surreal when nights close in

I used to be a knight...

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Germ-free Mason jars, hot from the pot of boiling water, gurgling on the cast iron wood stove, stood ready to receive the fruits and vegetables, fresh from the fields and orchards. Lids and sealing rings...

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apocalyptic abrasions tear 
across earth and sea and sky

crepuscular beast of no moon
reveals and unreveals 

ambiguous forms of vapor 
from crack and crevice emergant

close-mouthed apparition appears
forever and ever
nose breathing

billowing purple fire 

rancid breaths from open...

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her mind drifted over the alluvial landscape

covered a few sink holes and seeped quick sand

from a life built on dense sediment and erosion


she had never asked for much but now she was firm

not so quickly...

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The elation from temptation is a tricky equation
the spacing gets it racing the heart is in rotation
the soul is placing in its placement...the dream
incased in is worth tasting with conversation 
at this station all are...

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Sharing with my public, sommit like a pub trick. Wonder how its done! knowing that my grubs sick. Meaning my food for thought is nourishment for the mind. Sounds rude ovcourse but no punishment of...

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you …

skipped me
like a polished little stone …
you couldn’t pitch me away like any sparingly
normal human being would
(to save me the abrasions to my ego)
but threw me decidedly parallel to the plane
of passion’s oblivion -
the...

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