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Robert Denton Poem
This Plant is Not a Drug (Robert Denton, March 2017)
This plant is not a drug,
It is a plant.
You can cut off its flower bud
Then hang it to dry.
When it is dry and brittle
It is ready to use.
It is a medicine plant.
It doesn't cure anything,
Just as all the synthetic man made drugs
Don't cure anything.
But... it was made for us to consume.
It is made by nature and contains the sun.
It causes no harm or evil.
Rather, it is a gift of goodwill.
This plant is not a drug.
It is a herb, like sage,
Designed to help us embrace our God-like image.
Rather than remove us from this planetary prison
Of time and space, of length, width and height,
This plant helps us smile and endure the pain.
In the face of sin and death,
This plant enables holiness and happiness.
This plant exorcises evil.
It promotes peace and kindness.
It fuels a spiritual light
And dissolves darkness.
When unaltered, it is pure and natural and organic.
This plant is not a drug.
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2017
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Robert Denton Poem
The judge sits high
above all others
With a gavel and his
book of law
But the robe he
wears is his
brother's
And his voice of ice
will quickly thaw.
With a gavel and his
book of law
It's the only
strength he can
express.
And his voice of ice
will quickly thaw
As feigned authority
does not impress.
It's the only
strength he can
express.
A life extravagant
and obscene.
As feigned authority
does not impress.
A young seduction,
but yet preteen.
A life extravagant
and obscene.
He steals an
innocence with
wicked threats
A young seduction,
but yet preteen.
This sacrifice will
clear his debts.
He steals an
innocence with
wicked threats
His evil seethes
through every pore.
This sacrifice will
clear his debts.
While fellow lodge
men lock the door.
His evil seethes
through every pore.
But the robe he
wears is his
brother's
While fellow lodge
men lock the door.
The judge sits high
above all others.
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2014
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Robert Denton Poem
Am I No Longer Desirable to You? By Robert Denton (November 2014)
Am I no longer desirable to you?
I don't even desire myself.
Angered by bodily dilapidation
That has nothing to do with aging.
I don't even desire myself
The way I am broken.
That has nothing to do with aging.
Immeasurable frustration and incessant reminders.
The way I am broken
Slithers like evil incarnate, trapped by
Immeasurable frustration and incessant reminders.
So I am left alone in a void.
Slithers like evil incarnate, trapped by
Social restrictions on love
So I am left alone in a void.
Where even masturbation is elusive.
Social restrictions on love
Only dehumanize and objectify.
Where even masturbation is elusive
So the lonely must die.
Only dehumanize and objectify
When you are a deceiver.
So the lonely must die
Having been tortured and whipped.
When you are a deceiver
You exploit the misery of others.
Having been tortured and whipped
You control the mainstream media.
You exploit the misery of others
Trying to avoid the grip of accountability.
You control the mainstream media
Like some kind of psychopathic demon.
Trying to avoid the grip of accountability
Only serves to alienate and damage,
Like some kind of psychopathic demon.
Am I no longer desirable to you?
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Robert Denton Poem
I Only Wish to be Taken – Robert Denton (March 2015)
I only wish to be taken
Unless I have already, but don't remember.
I think I would go willingly
And I'd ask them to take me home.
Unless I have already but don't remember,
The flight across the ocean.
And I'd ask them to take me home
Aboard their flying sparkles.
The flight across the ocean
Could pass time quickly enough
Aboard their flying sparkles,
While we drink tea and discuss philosophy.
Could pass time quickly enough
In defiance of the laws of physics.
While we drink tea and discuss philosophy,
I only wish to be taken.
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2015
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Robert Denton Poem
Pushing Your Morality
Pushing your morality like a drug.
A street drug without effect.
An addictive placebo.
An open invitation to dine with scum.
A street drug without effect
That you suck through a straw, providing
An open invitation to dine with scum
In some fast food alleyway.
That you suck through a straw providing
In-depth philosophical integration
In some fast food alleyway
With the synapses blinking like neon.
In-depth philosophical integration
Slagging to a child's mental playground
With the synapses blinking like neon...
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Slagging to a child's mental playground
While the traffic thumps and pounds
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
While the traffic thumps and pounds,
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth.
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
An addictive placebo.
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth, as you
Push your morality like a drug.
Robert Denton (November 2014)
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Robert Denton Poem
Other Social
Circumstances
I'm not sure I
understand
if understanding is
at all possible.
The diagnosis is
cheap and quick
but not necessarily
accurate.
Nonetheless I try,
to define the social
circumstances.
Ducking in from the
wet
to keep warm and dry
while an acute sun
shower washed the
cobblestones.
I was briefly
approached.
An attractive girl
with falsely colored
hair
and unusually red
lips.
I asked her for a
drink.
A fruit flavored
beer,
stained the color of
informality.
I could see clearly
through the fog
that something was
wrong
or at least it
should be.
"I could just cry,"
she said.
But I'm not sure I
could understand.
She was unknown to
me,
a momentary
illusion.
So I sat quietly
drinking my beer
along with the other
social
circumstances.
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Robert Denton Poem
My Hero by Robert
Denton July 2014
Ah, but she is
beyond all others,
a blessed divine
gift brighter than
the purest of gold.
She glows like the
sun streaming
rays upon the earth,
and cutting the
stone cold.
She is but poetic
grace,
loyal in her
movements however
clumsily she floats.
She persists in
giving
and with every fiber
of her being, she
devotes.
Oh how I love her,
my friend, my lover,
my companion, my
wife.
Despite a grim
futurity
she offers comfort
and purpose to my
life.
The pain of
existence from where
I sit,
becomes squelched by
her kind spirit
aglow.
Deeply connected,
though I will admit,
my wife is also my
hero.
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Robert Denton Poem
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
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Robert Denton Poem
You are a cold hearted liar
A self serving hedonistic predator
You look me in the eyes and smile
You proclaim a loyal friendship.
A self serving hedonistic predator
You think because I'm disabled
You proclaim a loyal friendship
Yet, you take what belongs to me
You think because I'm disabled
You can use my most prized possession
Taking what belongs to me
While pretending to understand my pain
You can use my most prized possession
You look me in the eyes and smile
While pretending to understand my pain
You are a cold hearted liar
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2017
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Robert Denton Poem
Undesirable Now Robert Denton (September 23, 2014)
I feel like my life is over.
I'm caged, imprisoned, locked within
the confines of this broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
To be young again, and strong
Able to manoeuvre and twist and run and kick.
I would continue in stealth espionage
To eradicate cruel injustices.
But alas, only consciousness
Is the evidence of existence.
And so I wonder...
Can I exist without a container?
I resent humanity's slavery.
I resent the enigmatic slave masters.
I resent the unseen world
That manipulates and oppresses in the name of faith.
Awake! Oh inner sun.
Shine bright and rise above the mountain.
Release the truth chained by definition
To the rock named deception.
I'm caged, imprisoned,
Locked within the walls of a broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
I feel my life is over.
Copyright © Robert Denton | Year Posted 2014
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