Poetry

  • The Woodland Church

    I will begin my decent into madness with a poem:Twas a shining dayWith the flowers on decayAnd the ground was stiff and crunchy I did find a small birchTwas a woodland churchWhere animals went to prey Therein was an owlWho preached to the foulAnd other creatures a sundry “We must lift to the godAll our…

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  • 2 AM

    I want to live in 2 amWhen the Earth has gone to bedWhen I go outside and talk to themThe stars above my headI want to live in dreary nightsWith distant distorted spectersOf colored street lightsseen through rainfall reflectorsI want to live in hollow treesThat have seen so many tenantsBeneath a green roof on wooden…

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  • Disparity

    Are we separate or the sameDo you even know my name?Are my thoughts really yoursAm I he that she abhors? If only I could knowThe face you never showThe name you never tellAnd the pain you hide so well If I could simply know your youAnd you could know my meMaybe then you’d know my…

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  • Silence

    Spiders fly from faraway willowsjust to tell me how slightly the wind blows Ants crawl across distant oceansjust to ask me about my notions Butterflies cry when they see my facefor their remorse is so, that they missed my embrace Raccoons tear themselves from their feastsjust to tell me they dislike me the least Birds…

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  • Foils

    My dear reflectionWhy must you follow so?You copy every move I makeAnd everywhere I goYou look like meYou dress like meYou greet me with a smileYour hand outstretchedWith one candy leftAnd its stinks of poison vile A hundred of my childrenHave flocked to you in hordesWhere you feed them poison candyAnd are shamelessly adoredYou talk…

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  • American Flag Dedication

    American Flag Dedication

    I am the Flagand so are you.Our stripes are not bars,but are tributaries toward the ocean.Our stars are not medals of honor,but are hopeful dreams and aspirations toward a new and distant constellation.We reach up toward those stars and miss,but touch the moon in passing. It is not our achievement which makes us great,It is…

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  • Grandiloquent Charlatans

    The audible temperaments of verbiage, are oft sensed in a rapturous freneticism of neurological reactivity which is imagined by the perceiving receiver as exorbitantly significant in both meaning and eminence, transcending the bounds of routine mundanity to a new paramount apex of profundity.This feigned profundity occurs when a particularly loquacious eloquence is employed in the…

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