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2 poems that give me goosebumps bumps bumps.....

"The Eloquent Policeman en vogue"

invisibility cloaked
mindswept soaked
the unknown of whither goest the rogue
and whether the mouthspeak has something to say
for all these things unpredictable
though as transparent as silken sheen
the passing secrets barely detectable
the fingers, the body, the mind, the self played and played in the intimate mean
such harps that chime and thrum and vibe their way across our frosted air
my fingerprint leavings,
melted and expanding,
settle the puddles upon yonder cair
why does the mark fade so readily?
why does the world paint over?
as if our footsteps are pressed up and away,
rejected by this earth,
such being the resilience of spring clover
the folly of infinity, indeed!
the arrogance of forever!
were it not so short an expansion within the desert of each letter.

etch thy walls well, young rogue.
chisel with skill, and grace.
for the graffiti of your kind is the history to another race
unwound, yet wounded, tongue tied and blind...
they will seek your wisdom upon these corners,
they will worship your dreams,
they will wish themselves upon you and for your inevitable return.

Though you may be the deific force to bear for these generations asunder,
you have one other thing,
a living fact that you will be given much time to ponder:

That you are here and now
and that I have deemed your rules of play and expression,
regardless of your indiscretion,
and as such I am torn to judge accordingly:
That your work on these vertical bricks is art cannot be argued.
It would be witless to attempt as it is in front of the viewer
and even the most skeptical illusionist would be forced to agree,
this is, at the very least, a thing of beauty created by a single man's hand.
However, and again... I presume to surmise that as I approached,
your sudden turn and spirited flight points toward knowledge of certain ledgers
and events written by many men, many years before us.

That I have caught you is no reason to be belligerent.

And the fact that you have been arrested for defacement of public
and private
property is a matter with which, I am afraid,
you will have to discuss with your attorney.

You have the right
to remain
silent.

Setaside2

You are Wiley's yellow bird, transcended
through a rainbow after diamond rain;
You are suncloud brilliances; winded
shimmerings of love in stem and vein
of leaves, on suncoin golden treasure trees
upon the greeny common ground; you are
river signet ripples in the breeze,
a gentle heartbeat guiding seas from far.
You are bluebell morning; you are why
My word becomes a light that shall not die.

FinsburyParkCarrots