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of Bone and Breath

My poems are whisper of forbidden longing, caged yearnings, and bodies tamed by dying doctrines.

MISPIRITS

(May, 2006)

Forsaken us the twilights
Of shaped-breast and trapped hearts
For my years had kept me in cruelty
Leaned in caged minds and morbid tongues

Forsaken us had the twilights
Pleasured us what Nature's wild plays?
A simple laid, here in tender age and agony
Was merely a civilized matter, dear
Mould of irony and of young bones
Dispelled from myths and crackpot stones

ah! I would endured and longed for thee!
The all intense outcome of a fable; Lust
Who wed the skin with leisured plot
And like a tiny roar, was the lion's bite...

"Mercy.."
"Mercy.."

"A mispirits ends badly..."

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Nest on My Chestnut Hair

(May, 2025)

Tippy-tee, tippy-tee, tippy-tee toe,
Birdies rounding up my brow
Heartily, wiggly, dangling lots—
Berries moshing, all I saw!

Whoopidee, whoopidee, whoopidee-doh,
“Do” is the only chord I’ll go
Pluckily, hastily—hungry sorts,
Purplish peckers munched it short!

Tappity, tappity, tappity-tom,
Foolery’s never been such fun!

Nitpicky, hitch-hikey, mousy-fowls,
They sing me along in Solfeggio!

Bubbly, Bubbly, Bubbly hum,
Two trolls gawking at my cloak
Wibbly and Wobbly, eyeing with wonder—
Where is all the glue I stock?

Bleaky-dee, bleaky-daa, bleaky-doo, Bo!
“Bonita—! Where’s the kitchen duster?!”
Mummy shouted loud—
Oopsie, now I might be in trouble!

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A Noodle-vore Savor

(May, 2025)

A bowl,
Fresh for the soul
Coos a gentle call—

Chili,
A feisty mili
Holy guacamole—

Stirred,
Stewed,
Smoked,
Gobbled—

Bless
That yolk—

Amen

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M C D X I V

(May, 2025)

Staccato in the vessels, a jungle of mass concrete

Wraith-born of desolated cracks and bigotry conceited
Bodies of glass once yours; the disarmed and the defeated
They plead for independence not capitol elitists

You seek prowess in the name of individual breach
Unforgiving repercussions fall on the inhumane leech
Though—
I seek forage in the flames of Animalian speech

For sacred hearts, of blood-shackled bones;

Primordial Code

My Witnesses,
Behold!
This is freedom, akin to ancients before us!
A golden age, the new days of old.

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My Lover's Sonnet

(May, 2025)

My lover's name, a beautified affair
Chastity muses tender sonnetate,
Grand installment in man's constellate,
Momentous sanction, his surreal snare

My lover's glare, a hunter's debonair,
Collapsed me in his drench of fierce forte;
No lifeless shell did he illuminate,
Desire suffocates my barren blaire

My lover's madness taught me paths I knew,
Pulled me from my recess—so raw and swooned
A seize for pleasure, employed both in due
To resist the treasons of life, much soon
Gently the seeding of his breath, imbrew,
He seals my laughing stanza in cocoon.

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A Boon for Stanza

(May, 2025)

The beatings are wail-clashing
Mocking me off my thought process

In splits of dark and decaying
A clocking fallacy to its own pledge
Brutes of neurons deforming
The letters I could have possessed

Let mystic scam forward—
To forsake my lucid dwelling
"The holy grail is null becoming."

Heart's sunk, earth-deep
What I gained was more than ill-greed—
For freedom, for rest, and for a release...
But these walls are giants
Responding to Death only

...Another obnoxious day without coffee.

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Echoes of the Harlot's Heir

(May, 2025)

The spectre in sight, a pure mastermind
Was sacredly enthroned on sainted son,
His breathless bones are gnostic to the blind

Then, I beheld him flaunt his grotesque gown,
Where sin and remorse—a perfect pair
In cryptic chant’s soliloque he frowned:

"My soul screeches for thee! Once—a Phallus' star,
Thou wast the query quencher, old and sage,
Yet they have made thee now a harlot’s heir!

They brought thee near the runic river’s lodge;
Thou art not of star scriptures, but of gore—
I shall merry thy fairest flesh, then gorge!"

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Misled Bless

(refined from 2007)

False from the highs! The scraps of your wings
Bruises, unnoticed on my sunburnt trails
Supra Zen rips my column—end of trials
My fee for wit—what pity filth still brings—

Why does one hide and host my cradled hives?
Find me a sickness that felicity grants
This heartfelt torment—I force mine to slant—
For the gift of ears, which fate still denies

The clouds are whispers, answers in riddles
My downfall—asking not what's been gifted
The mystery's not meant as easy quair...
A foul body lasts in hallowed rattles
Night came crescent when the Fool was shredded
Violin strings, sad—Eight Arms has its flair.

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Gasped Most

(May, 2025)

hot you
hot air
hot breath
—bowel's gas

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Entwined Tides

(June, 2025)

Breathe into me, in a murmured story
The sounds shift, dismantling my gravity
Surge me off glitches; paint less absurdly

My immaculate higher entity,
Your playful tension shall cause us to seep,
Thrust by sea creeks, forms beneath an eyelid

Flaming hue ascends where the sea god sleeps,
Transits our memory with each visit
To the lair of the sea goddess who breeds

So hurry, hurry, before the moonlight—
Remove the stances from our abdomen
To body of weight in a weightless flight...

(The moon glances, then responds)

"Lovers of the seer—

Whom shall I sink to—with?

For a breath has me kissed as madly as I am for Thee..."

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Yes, Seduce Me

(June, 2025)

Yes, seduce me...
in a way a hawk would fall for prey.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way a shark would hunt to play.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way a wolf would go astray.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way a turtle lives to stay.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way a coffee fits its mug.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way my keyboard just gets stuck.
Yes, seduce me...
in a way my laundry’s drained and clogged.
Yes, seduce me...
in this simplicity of a walk—
With you in life, so seduce me... still.

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72x The Lord Knows

(2020)

72 angels, heavent-sent

72 demons, malefic scent
Force-shifting wisdom, war organization
Modus operandi: human retaliation
I'm the retaliator, metaphysical generator
Sol of the carnivore, eyes omni-four—no metaphor
Mind in middle major, I'm speaking to you angelical
Born in diabolical, my penta-blood contextual
Living up the spiral halo, outlawed the Impaler
The dragon's dome made my bone a ritual cross-counter
Oceans my composer, while I do biddings of the Ancient
Comatose my scale aggression 'til D-Day—I'm a newborn
Breastfeeding from the motherland, sounding ground and fire rams
Legend of a King and the path of colossal man
I tread under Alpha Sun, not your monad virtual
Clashing with your molecules—the blind and superficial
Children of the Sun versus chimps of the Cro-Magnon
Come at me anytime, any day, I'm in that state of mind
Successor of my bloodline, non-fat, extraterrestrial
It's Year of the Dog—here, we hunt you as food till dayfall

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Asian in the Wok

(May, 2025)

the seasoned myth
pilgrims of salt and spice
three masters at work

the hungry fish leaps
the duck pecking at the pond
Spring’s perfect palate

the rice misbehaves
hot confetti explodes on
my sticky face

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JAKARTA & BANTEN

INDONESIA

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