Some of these are halfsies. I get half-inspired, and there it is.
Hide your eyes
Not meant for imperfection
Trust these lies
They're for your own protection
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Ozymandias Revisited
I am a universal man
I am the heavens and land
I will not dull with the grating sand
Nor fall from grace up on my stand
Me and my lofty universal grand!
I am the king of a man-made world
Sitting in an ugly cigarette-butt stand
No profit in my rotting mind
To benefit me in the plotting kind
I am the king of a wondrous trash land.
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What stories did they write, fifty years beyond me
What flaws characterize me, lead me to my doom
Events of my life, misshapen geometry
Past loves thought incidental, ended up my truths
Of all my passing times and wayward shifts
Which direction did I stumble stumble rightly there
The infinite thoughts and words, flowing in a river
Delta of my mouth, ocean of your doubt
The life that's past, convincing us go forward
Become my ending grit, becoming me in spirit.
---
Spoken word-thoughts become my long list of truancy.
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Legs flailing in the dead of night
Looking for a great delight
Hearts racing, smiles changing
Shimmer from the union-making
Going on forever-longer
Aiming to prolong our hunger
Looking for a great delight
Searching in the dead of night
---
All these words are pulling me
In the wrong direction
Got nothing to say or be or see
From this old perspective
Sitting in the filthy day
Soaking in the filthy night
Speaking in two tongues
They've got no stay inside this head
Nor peace inside my bed
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Human
The characters in life, or caricatures we've made
Cocktails of malice and creatures cliche
Orbit the sun in the pattern of life
Oh common eye, see now our strife.
Hark! The orbit! It seems somewhat queer
What have they, their orbit, seems somewhat near
Their land on this planet is one with what's mine
Be their shelter my rain, their doldrum my shine
Sin-seek to compell them in life's last triad
Tragedy: All in the end makes
A life complete, just life half-had.
(This one's really rough)
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Clover Farm
Education
Procreation
Denigration
Death
Happy times
with fools in kind
You're lucky
Be the best
Education
Procreation
Denigration
Death
Find the one
Who's got the guns
Discover what means
One plus one
Education
Procreation
Denigration
Death
They get older
Now them numble
They know what's what
Best
Education
Procreation
Denigration
Death
Now it's over
Never quicker
Better when you
Grow with Clover
Done
---
Twist my wrists and bend me back
Forever give me someone's past
Of lightness, darkness, filled and packed
Nothing ever bloomed like asked
---
Johnny Fucking Kennedy
Blew my fucking mind
We loved him just so
Goddamn much
We traded him in kind.
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Every word is a panted breath
In the throes of love
You fight the feel, you kick, you squeal
Thank the god above
---
If I'd known the coward's weight
Carried sorrow, heavy fate
I'd have known a better way
To fight the ills, to face the day
Instead I floated life along
Beside life's river happy hangs
We went together singing long
Caroling out our chaste prolong
Now I hear my party bells
For reasons which I cannot tell
I became the coward scorned
A tainted life, my life adorned
Finding now my certain fate
Ending how they thought me great
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A Salty Juxtaposition of Images
The heart is a vast and empty space
The tenants come and go
Scared away by thrashing glee
Seducing them in throe
The heart is a vast and empty space
Vacant by my doing
Their thoughts surround me, haunt unbounding
Demons, me unbinding
The heart is a vast and empty space
No room for other sin
I look upon the store of sorrow
And smile while thoughts are grim
The heart is a vast and empty space
Infinitely filling
Tracing holes to a center mind
Once there withdraw, repealing
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And that's all folks.
And, poetry contest? Three best?
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