Month: October 2025
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’ssur’nces ‘rom the h’art that I a’ not an aisle at a groc’ry ‘tore
sharp practice type setting in the gulfweed ov’sell’ control y’u ‘ake from mee lik I’m frigid tall’boy in a veg’table aisle, organic and sw’t, fair trade to e’se y’r conscience,...
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passing by truckloads of producers and asteroid-habitat farmers
still apportioning, in the frosty vein of in-acting curvature dominance distractors like moth creating sub-pretending straits on the narrow vision of conquest walking just by to get to the other...
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Poems that were temporarily offline
It was only by tinkering with the website template that I realized there were a handful of previously published poems still in draft status. That has been corrected and I...
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Belonging
From a young age people get the idea into their heads that to love is to belong to someone else To belong to someone is not love, it is possession,...
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The other side of God
God said my poems are passionate, “too passionate,” which I felt was the last thing anyone would say about my poems, God is considering getting rather strict with me, because...
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The Creatures of Laughing Parks and Doorway Fountain Freedom Griefs
With the laughing ducts, the passing rust where anonymous crafted signals cry freedom the marching asbestos captains cry foul the house of striven fountains trample rest In the ailing park,...
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Is Dorothea still in God’s existence
At first she came on inappropriately strong there was talk about her no longer existing if she left she was only created for the time that she spent with me...
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If I end up in court after death
If I end up in court after I die I am going to take God by surprise I am going to countersue Michael the Archangel, even if there is no...
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All doctors are corrupt
All doctors are the evil mirrors of a corrupt landscape money is the only thing doctors understand – fear, suffering, a life of poverty, inability to treat oneself, medical doctors...
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God does not stand with you, but is untied to your fragrant silhouette
as many as the tides break evenly upon the tossed shore there is a pattern of brokered smiles, chiming and deciding like relegated distraught wives on the moonscape of stolen...