Small Poems

As night rises over our bay wind ripples in an umbrella bent, upturned; a clapper in a metal trash can drum wires on speckled green paint peeling in w

As night rises over our bay wind ripples in an umbrella bent, upturned; a clapper in a metal trash can drum wires on speckled green paint peeling in winds of forgotten memory so we walk by towards last light #smallpoems #mastoprompt

pain nor decency. Each layered to looms patterns in time tracking moons. As shackles shed, clearing space for freedom's pass You can choose to propel.

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pain nor decency. Each layered to looms patterns in time tracking moons. As shackles shed, clearing space for freedom's pass You can choose to propel. Push freedom forward for those against the wall by making those simple calls #smallpoems 2/2

Freedom unfurls when Democracy is lived Framing Human Nature in Choice. Many Voices woven freely in air sing burdens of Freedom. Bound liberty in fine

Freedom unfurls when Democracy is lived Framing Human Nature in Choice. Many Voices woven freely in air sing burdens of Freedom. Bound liberty in fine cloth. Woven fibers of determined province. For will, with no chains does not break threads of 1/2 #smallpoems

Now torrents of misery wrought by monsters as immovable walls reflect an evil so deep Gentle sloping fields used to sing to wide valleys songs carried

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Now torrents of misery wrought by monsters as immovable walls reflect an evil so deep Gentle sloping fields used to sing to wide valleys songs carried by Greylong Geese til sun fades on whistles of Night Herons Now voices washed away but our soul still flies #smallpoems #NAFO

On shores of ancient rivers, rise banks of humanity now swallowed Bosmina once gatheres at Barriers of Barbaric Design Scars thrice ripped open Ancien

On shores of ancient rivers, rise banks of humanity now swallowed Bosmina once gatheres at Barriers of Barbaric Design Scars thrice ripped open Ancient trails extolled by Stabo and paths transversed by Pliny the Younger Gone #smallpoems #NAFO 1/2

What if my friend Did not charter a Funeral Dirge "Phenomology of Spirit" But shipped a manuscript with my OG intent an etymology of "Systems of Scien

What if my friend Did not charter a Funeral Dirge "Phenomology of Spirit" But shipped a manuscript with my OG intent an etymology of "Systems of Science" would history be different? #smallpoems

When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak in

When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak into soul so our beloveds can frolick again #smallpoems

yet fated in concrete seal nothing more than a rabid dog descending on Human nakedness too diseased to see their demise as our only cure. #smallpoems

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yet fated in concrete seal nothing more than a rabid dog descending on Human nakedness too diseased to see their demise as our only cure. #smallpoems 3/3

For evil only begins when one grasps a weighted folly nature, God, and self part and parcel to a lost essence in Hegel's Waiting Room hoping to hold T

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For evil only begins when one grasps a weighted folly nature, God, and self part and parcel to a lost essence in Hegel's Waiting Room hoping to hold THE Rose in place #smallpoems 2/3 (oops)

In cosmic knowledge politics means anything but a forgiven sin as laws of ascent do not descend from a March on Rome. Nor slip off lips of technologis

In cosmic knowledge politics means anything but a forgiven sin as laws of ascent do not descend from a March on Rome. Nor slip off lips of technologists tweaking words at world's abyss Divine does not sink on an empirical existence #smallpoems 1/2

People often ask Why no Big Parades No tanks, guns, and planes But flags do wave flowers lain upon graves Yet these weapons of thanks carry grace in h

People often ask Why no Big Parades No tanks, guns, and planes But flags do wave flowers lain upon graves Yet these weapons of thanks carry grace in hands of babes on every Main Street in every town Silent rounds bowed in Thanks Not Declarations of the State #smallpoems https://t.co/FmAPIN1cO6

Solid workers clocking in on Landmarks of Knowledge built on landscapes flowing with borrowed confusions in precision of Confucian Mandarins hammering

Solid workers clocking in on Landmarks of Knowledge built on landscapes flowing with borrowed confusions in precision of Confucian Mandarins hammering false nonsense in polyphonics of a puppet's Broken String #smallpoems

and when cast and crew pooled amongst fools Crazy Eights in 14 words bound to happen and the children cry By the third act relevance done and now the

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and when cast and crew pooled amongst fools Crazy Eights in 14 words bound to happen and the children cry By the third act relevance done and now the gun points at you (and the children smile) 3/3 #smallpoems

death told in discourses of corrective masculine. measures and acts in tongues of nihilistic danger of deconstruction of a Nation's story told in domi

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death told in discourses of corrective masculine. measures and acts in tongues of nihilistic danger of deconstruction of a Nation's story told in dominant voices, forgotten who will hear us, indeed? spotlights fade and the children cry 2/3 #smallpoems

Scripts drip in accidental plays as pages soaked in blood and soil turn, a third theater burns, and the children cry a 2-bit critic, with reflexive tw

Scripts drip in accidental plays as pages soaked in blood and soil turn, a third theater burns, and the children cry a 2-bit critic, with reflexive twists; dark doing in light what light only does in dark when curtains burn and the children cry 1/2 #smallpoems

bourgeois ideologists who dine on bacon fat of Marx's Paradox sail two harbors of inevitable possibilities bouncing on waves of proletariat subjectivi

bourgeois ideologists who dine on bacon fat of Marx's Paradox sail two harbors of inevitable possibilities bouncing on waves of proletariat subjectivity in tides pulling contradictions of grift as science says alienation must get worse, an immiseration of modern #smallpoems

hierarchy of capacities demand principle and laws of social organization concentrated inequalities among men as a fact of nature only harshness of a p

hierarchy of capacities demand principle and laws of social organization concentrated inequalities among men as a fact of nature only harshness of a peasant's struggle with nature can happiness be found in miseries of solidarity Make it Great, a time before #smallpoems

on the farm all pigs are equal as all classes toil clocks clicking to noises of sunrise earth is our fertility and makes fruit ripen while vines of mo

on the farm all pigs are equal as all classes toil clocks clicking to noises of sunrise earth is our fertility and makes fruit ripen while vines of modern producers no longer, as in the fields, a sovereign and free father of a family, no alphas in Modern Family #smallpoems

Post modern fools with tools of deconstruction requires thrusts at corrections in desire Nihilistic critical stances and who knows whats in their pant

Post modern fools with tools of deconstruction requires thrusts at corrections in desire Nihilistic critical stances and who knows whats in their pantses bind our time and place to chronotope prisons seen through western forced prisms shatter other worldings #smallpoems

Discourses of interpretivism cast modernity as an approching calamity, an evil cast in light, and must save us from instrumental rationality in praxis

Discourses of interpretivism cast modernity as an approching calamity, an evil cast in light, and must save us from instrumental rationality in praxis of truth lost in consensus of continuous redefining realities around me #smallpoems