Best Abortive Poems

As my way is made among the thorns,
An inner beauty a rose adorns.
A darkness present, tries to hide,
Still, the rose blooms bright inside.

The thicket of...

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Coffee Addiction

Calibrating coffee homeostasis flows easily back and forth

On the ‘high’-way of instant craze and crave of gratification

'Feodor' true to his name slurps the divine...

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Young and Strong

She was young, she was strong
Working cleaning all the day long
So much to do, but she carried that load
So concerned about everyone, at...

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STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what...

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You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
     nerves    conditioned to the tune
    ...

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Incoming to live 
I died unborn, and 
I don't know if I did 
Something wrong. 

Don't play on being bemused 
Mom, 
As I'm gone 
Now....

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We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.

Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about...

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We beheld the beauty of the first garden in originality
Life in its simplicity
An egalitarian world
Needs and wants afar us
We neither pray nor fast to feed...

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DISVIRGINED TRUTH

We don’t have enough time left to check time
Many left as too much couldn’t get enough
Stranded in the middle of no where with no...

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all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;

routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish &...

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Twas like every November before it, 
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated...

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the good

The doors to my mind and heart
circle as revolving doors.
A peek inside and you see
happy memories and joyous events,
the loves, and lifelong friendships

A cul-de-sac,...

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Spiritualist -Signs of Souls


Fragmenting eyes of sorrow of baneful tears that demons burrow
Stealing Cupids arrow and the elusive songs of the morning sparrow
Encroaching black mass...

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in order to get back to Eden to live on top of the world
there are a few things from God which need to be heard

here...

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I was in Nazareth the other day
waiting for a visit with my acupuncture ecotherapist.

The waiting room is minimalist-zen, I suppose.
While waiting to be invited in...

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