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Monos Unalos Poems

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous
...

Alas a grumbling encroaches
Exuberantly
And electronically
From the blinking blare box
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Quid pro quo;
My mind for my words
I see that I shall
In this life
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The vault whereto always proceed
The robbed of their Reality,
By Time revolving in the sky,
Revoking the immutate eye.
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Oh mother of all things, design alate,
Enlivening the flesh of every form
With will, the surging light of mortal fate:
The movement on the waters and the storm.
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6.

You kernel of apocalypse, you blight,
You spider spinning webs of blackest twine;
In enervated motion you delight,
To taste aborted acts is your design.
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7.

You stone of fire smoldered in the kiln
Of conscience, where a blacksmith cranks and storms
And crafts for every movement of the will
A correspondingly metallic form.
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You magnified disaster of the brain
Descending from the justice of the soul,
The stern decree of conscience - half the bane -
When wed to contemplation seals the whole.
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To fools who fly Confederate Flags
And hollar rebel yells,
Standing only in rotten hallways
Slaves unto themselves.
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Ode to the american school,

bending branches to fit their mold,
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Heinous memories are calcifying in the brain
A past delusion of murdered times
And hideous determinations:
The winged images married
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Reading the Utne Reader earlier
I came across interesting facts:
Kites on ships to provide motion,
Simple spikes in Darwin’s tracks.
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There is this burning energy
Locked within my pores,
Pulsing always, never sleeping
Regardless if my mind abhors.
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My mind immediately works
At every time creating
Images, receded one by one,
As the future is present negating.
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The rain clouds have materialized
Drowning out the light
In soft tapestries of gray and gloom
Portent of a green respite.
...

Monos Unalos Biography

I came upon the rushing dawn That burst from night as if in song - A melody of ancient hue Played by the one who carved the moon - To drink in the fibers of existence; Process the notions, and, if persistent Enough to not lose that bright star That gave to man his first born awe, To walk within those mighty clouds Where beauty, peace and love are shrouds.)

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My Human Progress

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous
At others pervaded by
Steep sheer winds coldly
Blowing from northern truths.
The rafters crumble as I see
A metamorhpisis of a city
Being demolished and recreated
By incredible corporations
And transfigurations of
Ideas in constant motion;
Plowing forth in the strange
Places of sunlight and night.
The rivers run as always
Amidst the reverberating massacre,
Why, why, why?
There are people helplessly
Cast away as new walls,
Gates and intricate keys
Are melded and formed
By hideous mayors
Laying waste to glorious
Pyramids and temples
At haste, for profit alone
And for their hideous glutteny.
I see savages, kind, angered, true
Hopelessly forlorn and alone
Amidst the technic catastrophe

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