Best Analyses Poems

"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent skin 


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Black, 
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom

Written on the body
stretches stories ripped
and tall, they are torn,
a small revolution 
amongst the...

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Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania

Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows 
gathers...

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Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rational mind words rearranged reason

Analyses can be paralyses when parables and images leave inclinations behind

On...

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Imagine with me
that your local
political
economic community,
municipality,
bioregion
is a communication network
already at hand,
like a potentially benign kingdom
or mutually informed democracy,

Which is what some residents actively hope for
as a peaceful sacred communion
and others engage in active voting campaigns
and political party platform design
for restoring Earth Justice communities
as architects for...

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Leader of the home with virtuous height
Bracing up family with grand posture
Governing prudently by great faith’s might  
He’s our Daddy in his godly gesture.

Daddy dearest is our human fortress.
He loves us as he trusts the Lord* Who’s great.
Assertively pointing truths he does stress
Guiding with...

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always the object of analyses
universe is what the universe is
from quarks to atoms, planets to galaxies
plus divers cosmic abnormalities

everything caught up in heavenly flow
of where non-stop change forces it to go
no guarantees a passing asteroid
will not explode our world into the void

no guarantee seeds will...

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Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if...

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A self analyses

Of where I'm at

General observations

Of the this and that

The heavy smoking

Will soon terminate

What's left of my lungs

Burnt to a helpless state


An introspection

Might clear the view

Of my indifference

Of the smog I choose

It's indecision
 
I'll suffocate myself

Can't give it up now

Zero nicotine is hell


A realization

Trapped...

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He gave me a strong impact,
with his gift for immemorial gestures;
he embraced the sick and handicapped
he kissed the soil of the nation on his first vist.

As an occupant of the Chair of St Peter,
he brought the world, a message to everyone
his defense for the poor,...

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You’re one of The Mortals
To whom others are “Empty Bottles”
You have risen now and again,
Degrees bagging to your own again
At all analyses “Very Good!”
And at Evaluation “Oh! My God!”
Often, The First to be Understood,
No frustrated use of bullying rod.

Still need you to set yourself apart
By...

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During December
I have trouble remembering we are potentially orgasmic organisms
designed for healing wounds, 
resiliently restoring our egos
acclimating with everyday eco-habitats
to regenerate this lifeline climax;

Virally reverse-hierarchical 
deep ecstatic experiences,
revolutionary,
BigBang self-other co-empathic perpetuation,
transubstantiating,
creolizing,
co-acclimate primal relating
interdependent ZeroZones
of ambiguously autonomous identity.

Our most efficient organic economies
for enduring wealth
Are also our...

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‘PINK CRAYON LINK’

A circle of pink—frightened at six, the commencement of the school system link
Classroom allocations and trepidation cleverly disguised by colour location
Dolls rosy cheeks and freedom to play, all disappear—dissipate remote foldaway 
A shrill school bell resonates-- response to line up education to read...

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I pen this down...
To check if I still have something to say..
After facing all the wrath of destiny..

I pen this down.. 
To have an eye on the silent storm in me..
Which has been quiet for quite long..

I pen this down..
To know the answers of some questions..
Afterall...

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Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately. 
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for...

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It`s necessary for men to be alert,
And Wrong for the entire universe to be swayed,
Your last goal can even be achieved only when you revert,
What will be the reply to questions about your earthly character played,
After being in a world known to make you a...

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