delalorm fiaka Poems

let gin concur with soil..
as we paddle across the gorges to the lands preceding our umbilical cords..
let gin concur with soil..
as we regurgitate the the sumptuous delicacies that fed the mouths of the gods..
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Xylophone melody
Gramophone memory
Homophone vocabulary
With a heart streaming with bliss I reminisce the soothing sound of your lullabies..
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Everyone has that someone..
that someone who is the one who makes you want to wave a nonexistent magic wand.
that someone so unreal that their one tingly touch puts your senses on a reel..
that someone whose shadows are more admirable to you than the rainbow..
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ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE...

Sand dunes and sad tunes..adieus and 'I love you's..
Hold me and I'll hold you..let's cling to each other with no clue..
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Pulmonary arteries proportionally prune pressure
As timid tenants search their skulls for treasure
For the weary an exercise of pleasure
For they who chose leisure, a non-recusant torture measure
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Through the valleys of every dusk flows a dawn
Around the necks of our existence, the pearls of time gladly adorn
The treasure which chronometers measure.......
....grips our days and carves out our ways
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A walk in the park? ..i beg your pardon.. a walk in the stark serene or rather dark terrain of our supposed emancipation..the twilight is forthcoming..maybe after the fourth coming of Christ! ... maybe after we collude with our clandestine consciences and choreograph incandescent crescent waves of simple virtue... rescue the residue of the colloid we colluded with the immiscible missiles miscellaneously launched on our habitat of virtue..
How about we hold out our hearts on the pitchforks of our deeds? ?
how about we hold up the carts in which we take the twitch hikes to the land of greed? ?
how about today you be me and i be you? NO! how about i be you and you be me? ? how about you be you and me? ?
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I salute you not...
on your sheet of freedom i fail to find a single blot..
the slightest splatter of on the pact that in fact further reseeded you deeper into the shackles of your stagnation...
resignation, indignation, exclusion, ferocious yet toothless nations..
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The nile has been provoked
With contempt its calm waters have been forcefully choked
A rod of malice continually poked
The pupils of the populace, shredding sanity’s cloak
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It hurts, it burns, pure agony it churns
In pits pitch black it tosses and turns
For your foot’s trip and your fortune’s dip it eagerly yearns
Flourishing uninvited among life’s blossoming ferns
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