bleeding-edge - Hello Poetry

In my moment of desolation My brother was reft from me I longed for his presence But his name eluded my tongue Appear with your warm hand on my naked shoulder & lift me into yellow-green Elysian Fields Where I may tarry on that expanse bed— Lay flat a nest of wheat & gaze beatific

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Oct 20, 2022

Oct 20, 2022 at 4:28 PM UTC

Brother

In my moment of desolation My brother was reft from me I longed for his presence But his name eluded my tongue Appear with your warm hand on my naked shoulder & lift me into yellow-green Elysian Fields Where I may tarry on that expanse bed— Lay flat a nest of wheat & gaze beatific

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—we seek infinity, no— infinity seeks us traipsing through the mundane as a spectre of joy & fun us unaware & innocent, unassuming we are besieged by a sublime smiling child & it loves us so much how fervent & effortless this eternal friend endeavors for our happiness even in the mud-gutters of desolation our friend swaddles us in heavy orange cloth & we are instantly redeemed to boundless equanimity all rude evil confounding us liquified— light only exists everyone in unassuming moments— a small-paced walk made everyday & our vision dilates in transfixion to infinity our fervent friend constantly works for this & we do not even ask it is a gift a gorgeous gift (: ONLY JOY JOY JOY I SCREAM TO GOD! HALLELUJAH

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Jul 27, 2022

Jul 27, 2022 at 2:59 AM UTC

Food Bought for a Friend

—we seek infinity, no— infinity seeks us traipsing through the mundane as a spectre of joy & fun us unaware & innocent, unassuming we are besieged by a sublime smiling child & it loves us so much how fervent & effortless this eternal friend endeavors for our happiness even in the mud-gutters of desolation our friend swaddles us in heavy orange cloth & we are instantly redeemed to boundless equanimity all rude evil confounding us liquified— light only exists everyone in unassuming moments— a small-paced walk made everyday & our vision dilates in transfixion to infinity our fervent friend constantly works for this & we do not even ask it is a gift a gorgeous gift (: ONLY JOY JOY JOY I SCREAM TO GOD! HALLELUJAH

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All is familiar to me. I walk outside down the grass hill & See only mirrors reflecting mirrors. I could go to Cuba & cast a Santerian shade. But spirits are my desires unconsummated When made familiar thro’ mirror positioning. The World is a place Time made familiar. However, when a still mirror reveals The Oblivion in the pits of my eyes, I shudder with wet bones, & walk again through the mirrors Reflecting sparkling mirrors.

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Mar 26, 2022

Mar 26, 2022 at 8:38 PM UTC

World

All is familiar to me. I walk outside down the grass hill & See only mirrors reflecting mirrors. I could go to Cuba & cast a Santerian shade. But spirits are my desires unconsummated When made familiar thro’ mirror positioning. The World is a place Time made familiar. However, when a still mirror reveals The Oblivion in the pits of my eyes, I shudder with wet bones, & walk again through the mirrors Reflecting sparkling mirrors.

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Don’t redneck too Bigfoot now, & Worker Sauce went coastal not postal. Went on the natty dreadlocks again but Guys, guys— praise Jah. Ah! Ras. Kinda demon, kinda ****** A bit of a people do things— Who knows— Things happen— It’s void anyway.

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Jan 2, 2022

Jan 2, 2022 at 6:22 AM UTC

What Happened at San Francisco

Don’t redneck too Bigfoot now, & Worker Sauce went coastal not postal. Went on the natty dreadlocks again but Guys, guys— praise Jah. Ah! Ras. Kinda demon, kinda ****** A bit of a people do things— Who knows— Things happen— It’s void anyway.

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Within thine mind and my own is swaddled a gem, Compress’d by time, containing every ripple of existence. So it resonates heartily now within us both, Knowledge emanating from it, long rippling, Acros’t the unbounded sea of harmony. Let no vast ceiling’d hallway cast binding shadows upon thine face. Seek that possibility thou desire, And find it already existent in thee, But moor’d, due to unpresent light. All things are this way, Wrapt by unconscious night until Thine palmed candle burns it’s visage legible. Thus is knowledge known.

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Aug 3, 2021

Aug 3, 2021 at 3:00 AM UTC

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Within thine mind and my own is swaddled a gem, Compress’d by time, containing every ripple of existence. So it resonates heartily now within us both, Knowledge emanating from it, long rippling, Acros’t the unbounded sea of harmony. Let no vast ceiling’d hallway cast binding shadows upon thine face. Seek that possibility thou desire, And find it already existent in thee, But moor’d, due to unpresent light. All things are this way, Wrapt by unconscious night until Thine palmed candle burns it’s visage legible. Thus is knowledge known.

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Unraveled, the ribbons which bound my delicate constitution are loosed upon the ground and piled in concentric whorls. In the scant moment before my collapse I consider whether I’ll break first at the waist or neck.

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC

tuesday

Unraveled, the ribbons which bound my delicate constitution are loosed upon the ground and piled in concentric whorls. In the scant moment before my collapse I consider whether I’ll break first at the waist or neck.

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Pallid lakes did fall Down the brown-rock mountainside In heavy droplets

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Feb 7, 2021

Feb 7, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC

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Pallid lakes did fall Down the brown-rock mountainside In heavy droplets

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Shades tempt an oblivion within My soul, longing for completion Ingests these noxious scents And suffers their poisons I seek a spirit true! A hand of incandescence to grip my own Why don’t they route this pit of shades? This pit that is our earth? I tend the inner incandescence With breath held, And head bowed I release my light The beams extending in all directions Liquefying the benighted mists

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Sep 19, 2020

Sep 19, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC

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Shades tempt an oblivion within My soul, longing for completion Ingests these noxious scents And suffers their poisons I seek a spirit true! A hand of incandescence to grip my own Why don’t they route this pit of shades? This pit that is our earth? I tend the inner incandescence With breath held, And head bowed I release my light The beams extending in all directions Liquefying the benighted mists

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Purgatory I stay. Mewling, churning, turning over in my palm. Clutching stones. Hard — so my wrist tendons are visible. Set down. Smooth stones on the ground. Stay squat. Observe the threaded ends of my clothes; my rags. This end frayed more than it was earlier. Observe the increasing visibility of my calves beneath the ragged ends. The bone defines itself from the muscle. The skin taut holding the apparatus. I stand and spin a revolution. The walls are in the same place they were before. Three feet from my nose. I’m in this tower. Organizing my stones. And sleeping. I organize my stones in pleasant patterns. Squares, circles, however I want. I do it while crouched. Before I place a stone I consider the ground. My placements are very intentional. I turn the stone over in my palm. I enjoy the feeling of the smoothed stone in my palm. I must consider the placement of this stone. I like it’s color — brown. I attempt to recall past placements of this stone. I must draw on past placements if I am to place it this time correctly. Also of importance: this stone’s current character. What is the stone thinking this iteration? Where is it naturally vying. I spend time learning this stone’s character in my palm. With every turn its character slightly deviates. For it has slightly eroded. Over the years all the stones have altered character. They have changed. Shed aspects here and gained some there. In color and shape. These changes must be accounted for. I dutifully study their evolution for things must be done right. This stone I am prepared to place. Perhaps in the morning — I will sleep on it then return to my task.

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Aug 24, 2020

Aug 24, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC

My Life

Purgatory I stay. Mewling, churning, turning over in my palm. Clutching stones. Hard — so my wrist tendons are visible. Set down. Smooth stones on the ground. Stay squat. Observe the threaded ends of my clothes; my rags. This end frayed more than it was earlier. Observe the increasing visibility of my calves beneath the ragged ends. The bone defines itself from the muscle. The skin taut holding the apparatus. I stand and spin a revolution. The walls are in the same place they were before. Three feet from my nose. I’m in this tower. Organizing my stones. And sleeping. I organize my stones in pleasant patterns. Squares, circles, however I want. I do it while crouched. Before I place a stone I consider the ground. My placements are very intentional. I turn the stone over in my palm. I enjoy the feeling of the smoothed stone in my palm. I must consider the placement of this stone. I like it’s color — brown. I attempt to recall past placements of this stone. I must draw on past placements if I am to place it this time correctly. Also of importance: this stone’s current character. What is the stone thinking this iteration? Where is it naturally vying. I spend time learning this stone’s character in my palm. With every turn its character slightly deviates. For it has slightly eroded. Over the years all the stones have altered character. They have changed. Shed aspects here and gained some there. In color and shape. These changes must be accounted for. I dutifully study their evolution for things must be done right. This stone I am prepared to place. Perhaps in the morning — I will sleep on it then return to my task.

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Panning east through carried clouds Spirits arc and abound Dolphin slipped with mad grin Disperse like gnats copper djinn Then halted Prevented passage once again Occident faces orient Still serpent, dragon’s scowl I the locus of its brow

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Aug 8, 2020

Aug 8, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC

Through the Sky

Panning east through carried clouds Spirits arc and abound Dolphin slipped with mad grin Disperse like gnats copper djinn Then halted Prevented passage once again Occident faces orient Still serpent, dragon’s scowl I the locus of its brow

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