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Jackson Pollock Poem – Fragment, Chaos
I stand above the floor scrambled mess of lines, blobs and various colors – and I feel peace and this makes sense nothing is linear or flows in one direction the chaos of multiple thoughts and emotions from infinite sources eventually swirls inward and collides, the resulting entanglement, the explosion a representation of the mind’s…
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Jackson Pollock Poem – Black 1912
Shadow handcuffs removed visible light vanquished every days truth challenged the mirror turns inside out. In the year of 1912 what was known understood, even accepted, began to shift. Paradoxes emerged and the human mind sourced from beyond these four walls, sparse apple trees planted last fall, the blood-red sky of early winter morning –…
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Poem – Spirit
Staring at light green painted walls adorned with maps of Alaska nostalgia creeps within my fingertips and like exposed light free of dust, pure it permeates any wall I have erected and hits my heart. I see the places I have not seen. I taste the earth I have not touched. I breath the air…
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From the Outside
(1) Flowing from cement into the gutters glistening under the morning sun we are not alone the mind turned inside out presents the hidden secrets and crevasses to the environment and the last thought or image is taken within to be remembered forever. An outsider sees no difference cannot determine the source the entity that…
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Poem Leftovers, Part 2
(1) Within the space of silent wandering what falls away can be forgotten yesterdays discarded paper of a lost time the experience rolled into the collective. they say you are the culmination of yesterday, today and tomorrow. if you hold dearly to the past you will never know the path. the mirror’s purpose is only…
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What is this Made of? (Draft)
Life events and the daily grind have eased a bit, so I thought I would post a draft of this new piece I started a couple of days ago. For the time being, I am posting these type of pieces both here and at Quantum Awareness until each finds their unique identity. If all moments…
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Empty Fields, 1
I must transcend beyond here, beyond everything I have done. I am walking lost around this infinite plane. The gods are ever watchful. Their past ever following and hiding when I turn. At times I reach further and see the next level before my past grabs my legs and pulls me back to this field…
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Strings
Thin threads of particles exert influence individually move planets collectively. I grasp the air and return with nothing. Theories and postulations abound to define and bring forth what is missing what is unknown, what we assume. I imagine them not stainless steel cylinders, smooth and reflective like calm water but tiny trees with spindly limbs…
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Sunday Morning
Before the heat and severe storms rumble in this afternoon A robin is perched atop the wireless internet receiver A grey squirrel flaunts his semi-bushy tail The umbrella’s shadow shortens The same palette was used to paint the sky this blue.
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A June Afternoon, Staring at the Sky
Birds I do not know the name of. Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree. A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard. Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds. A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize. Swaying tree…