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May they lie of the Canadian goose down
The bosom of my birthed head
A mothers arm and teat
White on walking pink

Of Wooded icicle worlds shielded
Blanketed by trespassing rabbits
Peter jealous of pine
Gnawed by inaction

The Pleistocene fantasy
Willing slaughter at midnight
To chandelier cutters
Void with hushed depression

Work, without play
Rapt rooms
Windows
Voices echoing frozen adjustments

Of...
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But goddamnit I was in a crowded room, I was amongst every ghost, I was in my own hell, the epiphanies of ecstasy burnt white whispers, mirrors on the ceiling selling black murder rape, She stole from me children, I loved it like a fountain to a hydrogen vampire. I was happy in the sunlight from the windows above, my view overlooking a small terrace,...
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This here is another installment of getting to know some damn poets......


Go Down, Death
James Weldon Johnson


(A Funeral Sermon)

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great,...
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This poem is so great...I am posting regardless of what I feel now, or what context today signifies in terms of weekends, and fun....seriously anyone who likes poetry, and wants to read a GREAT AMERICAN poet...it doesn't get much better than Langston


Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes


Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it...
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I spit this shit out day-in day-out...ten fold what gets to be read...who thinks I should do something with it.....if anyone...so yeah, I feel like a tongue depresser...this here piece is called, Langston Blues.



This maybe the last words uttered
I quit
Its okay
I dont even know myself

My father told me not to shit
Where I eat
Or
Piss in the cash register...
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These were the first words of my mental renaissance, a year and a half ago...nothing great, just a beginning, kinda like Lake Itasca in Northen Minnesota...you can figure out what the lake becomes....

My rural country cowboy folk hero citified glorious remedy vigilante god blessed and forsaken definition of cool, with its wiggle walkin, strut stridin vision of American life breakin my heart, stealin my...
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First of all, any time, any place Madi, I got your back, plus a pretty decent shoulder if you need it...and on a total other note...this here piece is called...


Piss on the Pour

I havent had that wild feeling in my heart
There are no howling monkeys
My mouth is a dry drip shy of lips
Good and fucking kissed

My stomach hasnt tried...
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Do you ever get the feeling like you just spread your wings a little...I don't know if anyone will comment, I never do, but for the sake of it, I will now use titles with my pieces...

Fluffer's Eyes

Lebanon holy
holier than Jesus on methamphetamine
I mean, tell the children
about neo-gothic perversion

Its sort of what happened when I vomited
Blue worms for...
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Faith learning, letting courses run, training folks with wheels, bumps, bruises, necessary, vital, spiritual, holistic, emblematic, symptomatic, prophesy, continuum, revelations, relativity, recognition, resound, rebellion, resolve, alchemy, injecture, bicycles, tires, whore, screws, pillagers, rape, spooning, hate, greed, lust, insignificance, romance, petulance, anal sex, disease, famine, amine, vegetables, and chairs. Something like progress and drugs, imagery, idolatry, kerosene, liquor, poison, sin, allegory, blithe, blight, buried treasure, forgetting,...
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On a sip of water I sailed ends of earths;
worlds came and worlds went
hard hearted rock after soupy sinister, storms
my eyes burning carbon paper eyelids for you.

I hoped as days became light to be held
thinking only to even the comfort of a silhouette
blessing amused barely a pedigree
simple grief to the emptiness, circa date you.

Magnets melted my compass;...
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