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We are the virtues of natures                            measurements. No matter the strength that portray ,                             we are each but wind. Captured in a singular episodes that collects within a series of cyclone syllables.               And each is more vocal.                  causing more destruction with meanings that was expelled before. Weep on the condensation that falls,                  for the breath that collects after                  will carry you further        Than any that fell in subjugation                                before any verse... where all wind in an eclipse of motions,                       also surpassing every falling..
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Cyclone Sylables
Adam and Eve Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Although she strews the leaves Of sure obliteration on our paths, ... --from Wallace Stevens' "Sunday Morning" In Eden fair did Adam and Eve live in perfect harmony. "No plant or animal devoureth we, only ripe fruit as falls from the tree." By bright-green lily-pads in sphagnum bogs the herons waded gracefully, bullfrogs croaked their deep, clear calls; bluebells, delicate yellow buttercups were rampant; larks sang in the mulberries. "No pain or hunger knew we there, only the sameness of Eden fair." Even the bounty, the beauty, the civility, the rich perfection, stretching out like the wall of the great oval garden, day after day, year after year to eternity, grew tiresome. "No shame in our nakedness knew we ... nor lust, nor desire, nor carnality." It's the exogamous, the unfamiliar, which stirs in us the deepest passion, the basso continuo of mortality which gives to desire its piquancy --of which they knew nothing in deathless Eden. "We wanted to look outside the wall. We didn't mean from God's grace to fall." Their lack of control, their disrespect invited tragedy.... But to deny what one feels, to deny what one is is to risk even greater calamity.... "God expelled us from the Garden. Now we'll know death and all that's human." Discord ... despair.... Are you better off? Coaxing grain from the cracked, parched earth? Maybe you paid too much for your freedom?... Maybe you wish you were back in the Garden?... "There be good inside the Garden; there be good outside.... There is no perfect Eden."
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
Adam and Eve
Adam and Eve Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Although she strews the leaves Of sure obliteration on our paths, ... --from Wallace Stevens' "Sunday Morning" In Eden fair did Adam and Eve live in perfect harmony. "No plant or animal devoureth we, only ripe fruit as falls from the tree." By bright-green lily-pads in sphagnum bogs the herons waded gracefully, bullfrogs croaked their deep, clear calls; bluebells, delicate yellow buttercups were rampant; larks sang in the mulberries. "No pain or hunger knew we there, only the sameness of Eden fair." Even the bounty, the beauty, the civility, the rich perfection, stretching out like the wall of the great oval garden, day after day, year after year to eternity, grew tiresome. "No shame in our nakedness knew we ... nor lust, nor desire, nor carnality." It's the exogamous, the unfamiliar, which stirs in us the deepest passion, the basso continuo of mortality which gives to desire its piquancy --of which they knew nothing in deathless Eden. "We wanted to look outside the wall. We didn't mean from God's grace to fall." Their lack of control, their disrespect invited tragedy.... But to deny what one feels, to deny what one is is to risk even greater calamity.... "God expelled us from the Garden. Now we'll know death and all that's human." Discord ... despair.... Are you better off? Coaxing grain from the cracked, parched earth? Maybe you paid too much for your freedom?... Maybe you wish you were back in the Garden?... "There be good inside the Garden; there be good outside.... There is no perfect Eden."
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My incoherent rantings upon this white, tainted by my virulent thoughts expelling out. I leap at echoes of what may have been cognitively expelled but never given true form. *"I just lingered my mind in the air like a net catching stray speculations that were never musing,* I never understood why infuriated wording was not given form, why I lingered outside my window like a peeping tom. Waiting for those Drifting inconsolable lost thoughts never given form. Some were so sullen a tear would edge closer to my yearning of falling but then I'd catch and devour it. Swallowing that sorrow to feel that pain needed to ink better vocabulary then I had penned before. "I hear things in the night, feverish dreams of inscribing, I understand my conclusion of what I am spilling in irrational contemplations, that wield meaning of what should lucidly be realized within my words. But my ink is waved upon as to complex in thought. "I am a man with no water yet I am drowning, Can I be enthusiastic in my wonderings of captured words, expelled but never used. I hoard them within me, so others may not take what I thought what I took from the breeze. I think I'm cognitive, but others think I'm rabid in inducing.
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Writing Of A Delirious Poet
Run away, child, Don't let me in, I'm a demon, I'm a devil, I'll teach you how to sin. Run away, little son, Don't look into my eyes, They are black-blue, they are deadly, And full of dangerous lies. Run away, little daughter, Before your mind I will slaughter, My existence knows no love, I was expelled from above. You can never run away, Your mind is my slave, I will haunt you until you die, Never to leave your side. Run away, child. While you're still alive.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Run away, child
She expelled them all, floating like lifeless Baubles hanging in airless light. They glimmered in frozen shimmers, Silence blessed her being. A woman scorned, cleansed of ants crawling Upon her being, now healing once more.
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Ants Were Drowned In The Void
He got expelled this time. He wasn't sent to In-school suspension Or lunch detention Or the counselor's office. He was expelled from Fairfax County Public Schools. And his friends all freaked. They sat outside the school Every morning And wouldn't go in To protest. They signed a petition That called him a "Well rounded student" And "Well loved by the student body." I didn't love Brian. I hated Brian. Brian was the kid Who always Made the class Stay late. He was the kid who Went through the halls Grabbing peoples butts. He was the kid that All the guys wanted to be And all the girls wanted to have. And instead of sending him off To West Point Where he would have to Shave his Bieber hair and Follow the rules for once, The county revoked the expulsion. And to me It seems like A celebrity murdered someone And because a thousand fan letters were sent in They got to go free.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Expelled (ish)