Best Cinematic Poems

She is soothing music,
but an unwritten script.

A silent movie,
but visually, cinematic elegance.

Infatuated lyrics thirst to
compose onto tones of her curves.

Her tongue is a sensual dance,
a...

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~ANGELS~


Within the abusive abyssal air, I greet you with a prayer
Within weathered winded wear, I defend in your despair
Thru calamitous city crumble I find you...

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Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide...

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Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us...

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Wide awake and dreaming, this old heart never sleeps 
wandering through a sea of feelings praying in for keeps 

Cinematic colours of a seascape, hopeful...

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A collaboration with Sam Scott 



Wide awake and dreaming, this old heart never sleeps 
wandering through a sea of feelings praying in for keeps 

Cinematic...

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Thirteenth Birthday

I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to...

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I have a confession to make. 
I don’t know if you’ve ever heard, or witnessed a case like this
But uhh. 
I have a problem with...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and...

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The universe rests inside the palm of a giant hand
and a god like breath blows across the top and through 
a trillion stars planets and...

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Though all are blessed with eyes to see,
Eyes never lay sight upon the seer;
No retina perceives the seedling
beneath its iris.

Ocular nerves sense Occam-ented pictures
Of identity:...

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Billy had a friend 
Called Donald with 
A face like a donkey 
And teeth like a duck. 
They used to run amuck 
In school playgrounds...

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“the last of the funerals”

today “the last of the funerals”
takes place &
the killings in CT get placed on the
shelf,
alongside the deaths at Columbine,
Virginia Tech...

those were...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume...

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Your visits or comments mean very little unto this myself; actually
Too many years now left wading through a glimpse, be her Babylon..
Thinking that perhaps Ancient...

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