Best Cain Poems

East of Eden we still painfully churn
where belief is earliest bloodshed's birth
and every wicked man shall have his turn
to spill his rage upon the wretched...

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A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates...

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I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the...

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She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the...

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Nirveda (sansk.) - aversion to existence

"The existent there is no cessation". Bhagavat Gita, 2.16



Addicted to existence, I may slain
or, maybe, they may slain me. I...

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"I love my teacher."
"I have a great teacher." 
"My teacher is super."
"My teacher's so cool."

These words are music to a teacher's ears,
Exactly what parents and...

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We are so different

I am smart, you are less so
I am a man, you are a woman
I am trump, you are poor
I am beautiful, you...

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Adam, I haven't a care in the world
eating apples or drinking, so absurd

The devil it seems, was his best mate
I laughed when they kicked his...

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"Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem"

Winter is coming
and what then?
the dreams frozen 
snowflakes falling
we succomb 
tongues out waiting 
for manna, 
pills swallowed
for the diadem
needles of pine
instead...

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I was once a thief, never done for Stealing guns,
or knives. Money, laundering offences, or Somebody’s wife. 
I robbed God of tithes that I must...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?”...

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“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the...

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That flowers fall

Like autumn comes and leaves begin to blush
Like rains confess the wild’s restraining souls
Screams the rowdy youth of such fragile rush
Roars our untamed...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s...

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