Pohms

Dirt Shaman 

Of the dust and dirt – Born to: Hurt 
Ardent hardened 
Icy winds – Archers 
of

The Arctic. All upon the heart 
Pulsating 
in

The dark. Whispering 
flames
of

The art.  Born to 
be

A rocket. From 
the
very

Start. Of 
the

Heart. The third 
eye

That doesn’t 
lie

Reading the pentacles 
of

The oracles

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The How of the Now 

It all starts 
with
an

Idea. The string 
of
eternal harmony
finger-tipped

Dipped
into
dive. A human 
drive

Beyond betwixt/between
Dead

&

Alive. Such a beautiful 
modern
industrial. Scene 

Letting
the
ink

Run. Do you 

Know what 

I

Mean.?.

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November Mosaic

I

The end of time 
is 
the inside 
of 

A poem. Have 
a 
nice 

Roam. A 
nice 
Home. To 
have 

&

To hold

II

How the autumn 
leaves 
form 
psychedelic

Mosaics 

III

Networks 
of 
find 

Holding
together 
the 

Mind

IV

A smokey-misty design 
All 
in 

The mind 

V

Let the smoke rise 

VI

As

Everything 

Dies 

VII

Such a time 
to 

Be alive 

VIII

Everything alive 

XI

Looking for
a 
Place 
to 

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Love TKO

Grew a beard out 
&
dropped 

out. What the 
fuck 
are – You 
talking 
about

Atmosphere
of 
a. Cut diamond
Prismatic 
so 
as to 

Examine. This: Human 
condition 

Every birth 
is 
a 

Mission. The choice 
is 

Yours. It’s 
your 

Decision

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Mind Bending Beauty 

Urban homesteader – Urban shaman
Sitting 
on 
a plot 
of 

Land. Compact 
cowboy 
fire. Up above -
Low lofted 
clouds. A 
cold bold 

Moon. Higher

Shirtless savage – Meme of steam 

&

Smoke. Like 
samurai swords 
inscribed in 
words
glowing 
orange into 
a 
tinge of 
gold. Bold

Cold

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Author's Note: 

Finishing up a Rocket Mass Heater…

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Until the End of Time 

The end of time. 
So 
like 
a 

Poem. Finding 
the 

Rhyme. Divining 
the 

Reason. Of this 
season 

To

Season. Kalaidoscope 
into 

Which

We 

Collide. A mystery 

&

A tide. All inside 

The 

Mind

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Welcome to The Show

Burning the midnight oil 
Descending 
winds 
of November 

Howl. Visions of December – White out 
Snowy trees 
frozen seas 

Ink blot. Taking the show
making 

Soul. Being by 
a 

Fire. Flames rising 
lower - 

Higher. A burning 
desire 
to 

Be. Via The Writing 

&

The Poetry.

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Sound Unbound 

Rouge waves 
from silent 
graves 

A grave 
silence 

Ideas
like 

Sirens
in 
sight 

&

Sound. Allow 
them 
to be said 

Aloud. To 

Abound. To 

Resound 

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Everything///Everywhere 

Requisites
of 

The wilds. Where 
the wild child 
must 
brave the 
wild. Descend 
into 
the wild wind 
upon 
a din
of 

Find. Everything 
exploding 
in 

The mind. Every 
design 
a 

Redesign. Everywhere 
an everything 
of 

Find. Everything 
of 
everywhere 

All inside: The mind. 

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Premonition: A Vision

Cold sets in 
seeking settlement 
Collision course 
upon critters 
seeking settlement

A chaos 
subliminally 
liminal 

Upon the course 
from
which we 
must 
be committed 
only 
to be divorced

Subliminally 
seemingly 

This dream
seemingly 

Seeking meaning... 

Decision 
to 

Vision

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Shall///Will

No one ever cared

and we were

always

ever leaving

Here. I heard. You say
Just

one of

those

days. Today

Let me

just

say

You will

find

your way

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