Long Pursing Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed final chapter....

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Book 2
“Next we will use and abuse, the wedge of doubt.  To place a misgiving, a slight of hand, an apprehension into the day,  to mold the day thoughts of these apes, these...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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The quest for love is probably one of the hardest things a human must endure in their 
tiny existence on earth.  It is the one thing that seems to be the driving force behind...

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Those years were freshened years but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and with burning tips
	Against the psychosis on essential truthful belly
Vibrating of dying fishes
As they were jumping angry over the sun's rim
as if they...

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I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe
under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley
hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice
borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending
into the hollow of my forgotten stories—
awaiting Judgment and Consumption,
theirs...

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Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
     (as a heavy metal kid Rocker)

  ...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of...

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The first time I thought of him
His name was playing shortstop;
Too few siesta’s spent, he’s found eighteen.

Stingy Time did swiftly pass us forth,
Spinning nurture, spanning missteps,
Till foundation definition was writ soul-side.

Sparkling child, Number One, 
All...

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Yep, it's just like I mentioned in the tittle
we all strive for it whether we
want to admit it or not
we all tried to be perfect 
at one point in our life
whether it was trying to...

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where did s/he first learn
to snort in the snot
funneling it backwards 
right back up into his/her head
until a slight headache 
occurred &
then pursing her/his lips,
throwing out the large wad
of festering phlegm 
out from said mouth
with...

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Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?

You’d do you worst right here and now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the...

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you stare ...

wink, and walk over to me
leaving your circle of admirers in disbelief
sullied manner, (and skin), of a Magdaline
prospect, differently indifferent
(a vestal view of Heaven)
faultless form, lulling the room with your sway
smile dressed in...

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It's like overhearing whispers 
Above the rustle of fallen leaves and twigs
Breaking under two pairs of feet apiece
Of bachelors and spinsters
And remembering, it's the dead of winter
A mixing of elements. Go figure
You turn a pillow...

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From “The Last Land”


The years were fresh but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and burning tips
	Against a psychic belly
The vibration of fishes
As they were jumping angrily over the sun's rim.

	A toxic light as a...

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When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
When did they all go home and scrub up their smiles
No longer free spirits to roam
With hours to while
Away...

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"The Glass Slipper"

I was waiting for a glass slipper
For my prince in shining armor
to take me away from my sorrow
into my happily ever after.
I sat around wishing on stars;
Kissing frogs wherever I went;
Dropping coins in...

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the ego
poisons 
the potential
rots my patch of peaches
i planted peaches myself

the ego
needs time
to gaze 
and to grow
to ruin
to be

the ego
ruthless
admire the ambition
the ego
relentless
the chase
but here i am
chasing 

since the beginnings
of time
i am 
lost
in the pursuit
of...

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I know your face
hidden behind the mask
imagining your frown or your smile cast
that wrinkled brow taken all to task,
that raised lip holding back your words now asked,
welcome to the masquerade,
the ball started hours ago without...

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A green bud between two attractive leaves
Looks at me from shade mixed sun, a glory
I'd like to spend my time pursing my lips 
Musing on some lukewarm cups of story

The top two leaves and the...

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What beauty is she that makes the blind see?
What curves are those that have every lip 
walking the atonement of sharing her bed?
A lass of yesterday waking early to dry her sheets in the sun
has...

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Myself, a cup:

Resting quietly
in a stained glass cabinet,
I wait for Desire’s approach
upon the uppermost 
shelf:

That moment--

when the warm coarseness of His leather
dares to reach,
when the cabinet doors finally
breach;
when He lifts me 
to the pursing slope...

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sounds of quiet, somber knockin' rang upon my door
waiting longer makes me want it even more
as you glide into the room already knowing the situation
I can see it your eyes you lust for deep, slow...

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It started with the collecting on streets,
Little dead animals killed by traffic
Day and night searching for death on the beat.
It went wrong when it turned pornographic.

Sometimes the fresh flesh could cause arousal,
The divide between right...

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