these daunting shadows
where we hide
mind shallow water
after each receding tide
wading through
our reticent fear
we want to deny it
we're caught up
in raging rapids
so many drowning
in rip tides
so much hate and desperation
let's escape into oblivion
canyons with weeping walls
I'm almost human
with crystal vision
drifting into rifts
like falling snow
masking ice
covering secret malls
sometimes I see
sometimes hear
discrete voices
replete with warning calls
midst storms and driving rain
raging rivers into writhing oceans
washing us away
places where we try to hide
try circumventing and navigating
unforgiving shadows
where we try to love
where we want to reside
sometimes outside
this shadowy existence
sometimes deep inside
it can be appalling
blinded by blazing sunshine
drying out our brazen dreams
but when the sky is falling
shadows it seems
blistered by crazy strife
engaging some incineration
disclose conditional times
dreaming up incentive
even inventive ideals
all those body realms
markedly spaced
by such bold rhymes
defaced by resentment
displacing ego's rhythm
replaced and embarking
on all these body crimes
remarking on discontent
but my third eye vision
beauty is more
an oracle of body matter
resonating deeper
than skin deep
all that sublime self love
so often shattered
this madness of self hate
sadly subterranean
keeping us subhuman
these deep shadows
all that dark embodies
shallow cuts and deep incisions
unwanted yet revealing
all this haunting
life's deep decisions

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going in
this deep
debris field
all I see
brutal destruction
sadness constant
emotionally flowing
weep an ocean
blinding punished eyes
critical vision
grinding dreams
what is lost
those solvent bits
such terrible cost
life it seems
evolves around
such drastic hits

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tear a hole
in the fabric
of time
step through
register
another realm
slip off
artificial life
watch
another comet
astral motion
changing beliefs
contrasting faith
via seeds
evolving buds
changing leaves
cerebral notions
a night light
illuminating dreams
why awake
your own sake
another dire commotion
take it
convolution
or leave it
whatever connotation
mixed numbers
denoting letters
something vixen
unraveling time
nothing clear
but less
mere darkness
on one hand
balancing sunshine
another moment
kamikaze feelings
brilliantly revealing
free flight
joy dimension
stand still
may time
be chill
driving falcon
striving inward
upward to ascension
feathered outward
wings fluttering
spirit in that
soul dimension
bending in absentia
tear another hole
where I duly find
I truly have to
gently let love go

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old man
winter
held me
firmly
on the ground
impartially frozen
nearly stiff
rigidly vulnerable
I tried
seasonal frigidity
snow drifts
left a hint
thinking of someone
how they
should see
such thin ice
what I am
quaking on
squawking
seems unsound
a deep rift
drifting through
my fidgety soul
some gift of feeling
I've forsaken
spirit on one side
nothing complete
immortal insights
holy but never whole
dig this winter
slipping and sliding
on its cosmic ride
another icy flow
so I am
seeking truth
beyond speaking
devilish lies
so I am
grasping
at lost youth
hopefully not
forgotten dreams
I'm gasping
brave calm
clear skies
some beauty within
mesmerized with that balm
yet I'm bent
an advent subject
in an atmospheric box
storing iceberg thoughts
even some
black ice plots
but I remain
crystalline
hopeful yet glacial
but ticktock
mortal gradients
gradually time
I'll migrate again
graduate in spring
once again
some surreal stealth
while hope arrives
bearing light
reveling and revealing
glorious charm
such rebel warmth
sharing flurries of life
brave earth
such marvelous wealth
through slurry winter
its frigid breath
disrupting land
corrupting mind
those icicle emotions
some sometimes hang
others in drag out
blizzard time
resolve to stand
so many arctic emotions
a polar vortex of notions
challenging motions
head
heart
and hand

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if love
were wine
we would
be drunk
furtively wallowing
liquid love
it should
but fiction
insane exists
only in
my continental
fermenting mind
glass half-full
ripe grapes
love's corsage
merlot thoughts
champagne wants
still mould
mulled wine
spores dropped
spoiled mead
love passed
drunken stead
love stopped
fermented dread
tormented love
Bacchus fed
imbibe love
love poems
bottled red

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people are not smiling
worried looks
on the streets of gay Paris
haggard looks
it's January 2023
the world seems hard
stern looks
it's a grit your teeth
defeated looks
and bare it
what it took
to get here
seems some
mucked up mystery
but in fact
it's simple
another maniacal repeat
dissent and hatred
offensively ample
maniacs repeating
cheaters cheating
pissing on the sacred
creating more
fucked up history

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mother nature
doesn't
give a care
tsunami
gushing in
leviathan waves
rushing out
sweeping everything
externally away
mother nature
eternally
doesn't care
earth shattering
earthquakes
shaking us
mind quakes
wrenching us
rupturing our core
mother nature
doesn't
pause
wait to ask
who or where
natural tasks
why should
mother nature
ever care
careless volcanoes
blowing their tops
just another day
creating life
mother nature
joy and strife
has been here
with each beginning
from first light
nature is there
one side
margins along
a thin line
resistant life
another side
insistent death
killer asteroids
smashing bastard earth
dinosaur extinction
though dinosaurs
had magnificent worth
mother nature
didn't care
she's been here
mother nature
she's been there
like unfaltering cosmos
prophesy and comets
flood and fire
energy is utmost
truly insatiable
mother nature
images of love
cosmically vibrational
mother nature
images of rage
mother nature
womb to grave
inherent stature
all that nature saves
construction and destruction
artistic inclusivity
wealthy mother nature
universal birth and death
God's worth and divinity
bearing temporal instruction
soul and spirit in conjunction
nature's true nativity

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I keep
telling myself
what to do
how to be
one of me
bossy commander
my other self
slave and worker
do this
don't do that
still one
too inseparable
still conjoined twins
we can't
be fully separated
one of me
meaningful and truly
needing love
needing care
my other self
telling me who
telling me where
we both sing
grow mint in swales
cultivate rows
sowing healthful herbs
joyful bouquets
so many colourful flowers
blooming and climbing
one remains young
at times reaching
such high peaks
atop of tall towers
my older other
needs more
rest and sleep
a willful jester
preaching
wishful life
had it been
something more
than a couples quest
conscious we
separately think
zesty Tao
subconscious me
both here and now
still one sacred cow
one chill zen master
thee and thine and other
always trying
fending for one self
one self devising
choosing and running
further and faster
together realizing
good work and advice
striving to avoid
thirst and disaster

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