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Earth’s spit-polished veneer chipped away             Without skin we cannot live                         Sea levels rise coastlines retreat                                     Overflowing glacial teardrops flooding basins                                                 ><  ><  ><  ><  ><                                     Spitfire core molten anima meltdown                         Crust scraped like burnt toast             Streaming butter sugary cinnamon sprinkles Teapot spout letting off steam <>  <>  <>  <>  <> Wanton destruction of lonesome planet             Diminishing water supplies agricultural clashes                         Recycled excuses uprooted [...]

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Unlined silver satin cloud sprinkle             Stained dirty linen wrung out                         Hand-me-down drizzle grown out of                                     Drip-dry fabric wrinkles steam ironed                                                 > > > > >                                     Varicose veined old leafs overturned                         Serrate edges rusty switchblade hitters             Bent twisted tongues stirring honey Yawning crotchety slingshot stoning outcasts < < < < < Hemmed in by evergreen canopy [...]

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Sprung from apparent inspirational stimulus      Obamama described as original feminist           Taproot source wondrous probing curiosity                Unconventional revelatory truthitudes discovery learnt   Heir-conditioned daring free spirited breakaway      Embracing not shunning cultural diversity           Chillaxing all that jazz cool                Struggle to make a difference   Generously empowering others celebrating life      Championed rural development core issues           Created sustainable microfinance [...]

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for Barry way out in space out so far that if a man went that far & came back to talk about it he’d be younger than his grandchildren …that far out in space a red giant implodes slow grey clouds rumble in gale-warning wind over the lens of Palomar but when the game isn’t [...]

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dust devils dance on the floor of decayed chicken houses kicking up heels of white feathers, the smell of the daily grind that had encyclopedias calling this place: The Egg Basket of the World Captain Bill & Billy Ralph stand, crow bars in hand, ignoring the growth of golden rolling hills, eucalyptic sprouts… 40 feet [...]

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this is a portion of part 1 of a 4 part poem focus, i am a house of rubble, pull out from beneath the ruined pangs of sobriety, set on collapsing your aura clear into an ocean of visual and sonic phenomena. prisms and mirrors abound, buried under the color of headlights in rainwater at [...]

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growing up inadequacies motions slow unbalanced questioning clouds moving far grasping grays is it better to know or flow with blind hope to follow each day’s residue until maybe’s tomorrow but a kite can fly only with its steady anchor as the leashed can never be lost free as one can be- cautious hesitation, contemplation [...]

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What do I do when I don’t have a clue? sit here, and I wanna be angry, but it’s so hard tonight. There are so many reasons to cry, tonight, not one can I find. not a reason. Wonder Why… I don’t hear an angry word all I see is beautiful everything is dissolved in [...]

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this is a portion of part 1 of a 4 part poem   lastly but not a blue floral moon, incandescent and silently struck the pavement before digressing its directive was somber, says go and be tides sweeping your fatal tectonic plates, forks, knives and spoons, written on a napkin “we will not bother you.” [...]

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I will come to you in the dark of night and I will hold you and never let you feel alone… I will be there to help you find a way. Just Believe in Me, Believe , Just Believe. I can hear the cry within you, let your tears subside, I will be by your [...]

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if you asked me “describe blue angels” i would say blue angels watch over us cry for sins we will soon commit feel pain when children suffer whisper words inspiring us to be better love all people would never imagine in my wildest dreams that blue angels could be air planes screaming obscenities at blue [...]

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