D A Phinney Poems

How he made her angry
Was not how the story's fashioned
Things are never as they seem
The realest is most imagined
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Now there are several dimensions to love;
Seeing's inadequate, too much is missed.
If only seeing were needed to prove,
Eyes would be open and light would be kissed.
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I gave up writing, laid the pen aside;
I put away philosophy and doubt;
Scorned religion, passion's fire gone proud;
Bagged all logic up and threw it out.
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The cost of every tear you shed
Was dearer than my wounded heart could hold.
To keep alive what should be dead
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Come with me
Let us meet in transcendence
Let us move up the spiral in a transcendent dance
Feel the serpentine energy take us in a synaptic leap
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Violets are blue. Roses? Just dead.
Our side glances ask: which heart came out ahead?

And the wet morning mist somehow amps up the tone
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when in the course of human events
have we ever relied on common sense?
four score and seven pass away
only to see our glory fray;
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the clogging humanscent
which breaks the tomb
of wraithan dynasties of life
fighting down the blistered steps
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You think you're hot, but I'm the one
Who set the fuse and lit the sun.
'Let light now BE! ' I shouted, too.
It let me see-but blinded you.
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Daddy's booming again
He's got the Bad Bottle Mommy hates
It makes her voice turn scary
Like screams
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