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"suasion" poems
I am ready I disobey the god's revival And trash the odds of my survival Unlike my mother, and her mother before her, I refuse to dabble in caution craft forevermore Second sight seductive suasion My vaulting vision sans precision Harlot harbinger I am of endless happenstance Sterilized with indecision C'mon, baby-bomb, take a chance I am ready, now, To throw everything here away It's all just trash and trials treacherous Earlier today I had a fever dream-- Of waking in another place The sun fracturing the skin on my face (But still I laugh to dance blind And kiss the cyan sky) I dream Of the tandem-lipped tides that vie to taste me Wet finger fringes ******* at my toes displace me Rising up to bring me down (Almost makes me want to drown) ...but here my bubble won't burst Here it freezes first and dies of thirst And so I am ready To dance dollars out of rich Japanese businessmen For paradise I can translate all their yen It doesn't matter If I slither for our supper Or whether we sleep indoors tonight Islands wild with abandon We could be living radical and random We could be living freezer-burn free An outbound invite to jaded shade This golden opportunity (Hourglass sands swallowed by the sea) The spiders of the rainforest are calling creepy And queer, sustain and dim to disappear Echoes of whispers from the ancient banyan tree Calling me....
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Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
A Declaration of Independence
and love of winter, found absent though i do not lament it – i lament the loss of my **** lament as the sun rises. and acts of valor, acts of ********** or –suasion, trail’d off as words spew forth in riptide. forth to recreate, to wipe clean. and censured nods exchange, we met not eyes, you were only in my vision’s drift. in my field of autonomous response. and in repose at end of day, all my colors in restful form. harmonious form. substantiated form. and discernable of madness, reparable non-sense to draw some drifting vision. to draw upon jaded gaze cloak’d defensive. and i wander the thoughts, i wander the right emptiness in your eyes. and i wander on.
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 3:26 AM UTC
on.
Ten minutes later, the old crow's sitting quiet, scratching, no caws or that funny owl mimic trick he can do, it's a hoot.   He laughs. I know a preacher or two who say that regular, as liturgy, it's a hoot, here, all say amen, preach it, if you be the choir searching still the lost chord to charge your life. Ain't God a Hoot? Well, me bein' Baptist, 'n' all... I 'as reared Mormon... Baptized and confirmed, Catholic to the core... Po' man at the door, My daddy was abastard niggajew and Jesus fixt me, as I was waitin' fo' m' man, wit Nico and the band t'find a soft place to die on velvet underground, feedback scream are you experienced? I scream, Back for more? Peace ends wars, don't push me with your reasonable casualty in aitia-tick-tick terms un de cerned, fined, ground past granulated to sublimated breathe Elysian fumes, unexpected right, Sulphur, you were going to say, or brimstone, or rotten egg, Sweet suasion sweet sweet suasion to slip into geological time and drift away. You know that smell?
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
One more for my friend, the crow
incredible literally virtually true if you can gnow rants from reason which, btw once renamed notre dame, to feed a blood-lusting mob, to keep it from coming to reason; if you can gnow all that good and evil can be, then way past kipling, or shakenspears du kennst find a satisfied credible literal peace during virtual musings keeping time with chaos in sweet suasion so sweet almost too sweet to be credible, but not. That's the key. Knowing true.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Incredence ignorance
You have yet to fabulously flutter My pupae of frozen adores Stricken are you to utter How from larvae to insect, one matures Pain of stages you must endure For as you were once caterpillar Such simplicity of infancy Mother butterfly placed near daffodil a Miraculous plan of decency Life arranged in such complexities Little do you know, surprising? Welcoming event so explicable How wondrous wings of this uprising Nature joyful and formidable Your glory so perfectly permissible Truly a divine intervention From chrysalis a manifesting These plans have set emotion How Mother Nature has been testing Longevity of ****** investing She flutters on and you have come Launching momentous occasion Your time is near, you have become An allure of life’s suasion Flutter on, flutter on, all love’s persuasion
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Love, Larvae, And Other Squishy Things
There is no Power like a Pen To drown the walls of Kings Nor any suasion like a Verse Coercive rule an inferior thing Endeavor such consumes the scribes And summons want and will to resist Coercive tyranny, that dull machine Toppled by Bards' superior fist
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
Contemplation on the Power of The Bardic Word
Besides me there's a charming figure Who makes my spirit feel brazen, bigger I don't know from whence this soul came But for its presence my own feels brewed, aflame Paths that cross on Heart emboss A truth that soars like albatross My morbid mind is struck and sparked By piercing way their spirit harked Each word knells and impresses But deep down I have sharp perceived The rankest thing they have believed Constructing of me a shallow image No suasion to show them it's a mirage The rumour's rife, it can't be helped To be given that X I could have yelped They regretfully think the tragedy is me When it's that they wallow in falsity And think they have me scalped
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
The Cosmic King
With ears attuned I am beloved of your babble The blisses numinous, transcending time Sings loud and clear above the rabble The charm in to my heart chimes Although I know you have constructed an image Of me in your mind, rather thoughtlessly I have no suasion to let you know it's a mirage So I'll let you wallow in that falsity You think you know what I think I am Presumptuous and rude I ask to get off passion's tram Wondering why I ever brewed I go looking, for other babble Disillusioned amongst the rabble
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Beloved Of Your Babble