Bro Affections – a poem

Familial moments shared in alike mind

Give rise to deeper connections, depth

From old days, older thoughts, ancient

Memories which are yet so young, so very

Heavy, weighted and significant, ready

To at long last be cast awry aside.

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The expressions resulting from dank

Years of repression born of oppression

Take too long for a moral mind to fathom,

To break through and throw off like chaff,

Wasteful and toxic byproducts settled

From explosions ages ago rent through life.

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Trial of the days now come draws us

Inwardly to respective futures dreamt

Of in younger times when we wondered,

Wondered whereat if we would be past

All of this in some new place, space

Where we might finally move past strife.

Two Worlds – a poem

Unprepared, product of two worlds

And identified with neither, self

Assured not as yet for constraints,

Pressures which say one, ever and anon

None.

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T’other says nothing, only muses

Thereat of why there be duality

In what appears whole, strongly

Itself and not undone, without

Issue.

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Decisions of cultural identity

Made by blackmail into a play

On morality’s nature, over the

Top and hammed up, histrionics here

Rule.

Grungelicious – a poem

Erotic, exotic, the first taste

As delicious as the last, intake

Of breath sharp, nerve bundles

Beneath the skin a synergy above

The grungelicious outer brim

Overflowing.

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Dreams cannot encompass the real

Taste, touch, tremor and tingle

Which sings of sussurrating harmony

In sweat slick sermons, the nip

Of jaws gently nibbling, tiny

Bites.

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The fire which living breathes

Is no neat thing, alive in heat

With an angelic core burning,

Soft that brings hardness, surround

In resonant hiccups, twin stars

Panting.

Spider of Fortune – a poem

Tangles of spider husks in the underbrush

Are gathered, fallen from tribal wars

In the jungle demenses caused by encounters

Chance in nature and terrible in stature.

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Hunters and horror fight against others

With equipment to repel and resist,

Natural arms seek chinks against strategy

Where brute force may fail, terrible fallacy.

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Spider against spider is no even match,

The hunter mayst oft become the hunted,

Yet not now when a single strategist

Shall study for fortune, then strike.