Best Carcase Poems

Pardon my condor sensitivity,
	but can I be 
dead serious candid with you
Everybody look down on me,
and talk mean about me
But, in the future, they’re gonna need me 
even nuclear more
I’m nature’s finest,
best garbage collector
My critter pals,
when they get their fill of wilderness lost you
They say...

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Written words
Lines and verses
Poetry
Fragments of an author's soul
Frozen ink on paper
Entombed emotions
Imprisoned ideas
Trapped thoughts
Sentient silhouettes
Paper phantoms
Paper ghosts

School during a civil war
In six easy steps
A place of learning and reason
A propaganda soup cauldron
A refuge of normality against war's insanity
Atrocity
Abandonment
A broken concrete skeleton
Empty 
Save for the paper...

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(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe )  

Finding myself so berated, 
I muttered something syncopated, 
as seething and with burning eyes stormed I forth as on a secret chore. Returning answered well his gall 
for I, with no remorse at all, 
blew his feathered...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering too close for chancy comfort
some blaring tv hoisted above craning...

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carol: they took my kiemona and my angelo(parents)with brutal-force and left me 
for the janitors of the deserts to feast on my child wounded carcase. i live within 
the hidden confines of a twisted and perverted place.  my heart be not tainted 
with hate...

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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell
The goats refused to listen to the town-crier voice
Atlast the beautiful timebomb exploded
My town-crier died...

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Oh! Memories so nostalgia
No! I've not announced your death 
It's your deeds
Not your elegy 
It's your eulogy
I can't wait to stand by your casket 
To say this to your carcase
When I can stand 
And speak from my closet
 
Not till your eyes and ears 
Are...

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Life is a dark cloud,
hovering over humans witch starve cows,
these guard dogs bark loud,
like a scar'd child,
it's hard to smile,
when the worlds on the market,
and were living on her carcase,
theres nuclear weapons marking there targets,
farm kids,
become alarmed quick,
Because the monopoly colonies,
are duopolies psychologically,
our prophecy is...

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I

In that small moment dream takes
to fly from memory and become
the nagging image of forgetfulness
the muted clank of psyche's hold
I can turn too well in bed
and learn the pains of comfort.

II

Whenever these rivers of the night
Dry hard into red scorched beds
Depression takes over my daily...

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Cheapskate perfume soils sweat-strapped ambience,
Crippled, choked extractor fan despair,
Palms dripping moisture cling to greased pale hips,
Swaying on the shag-pile threading bare.
Urgent urge to strip her body down, take her there,
Mercy straining leash-growling agony;
The desecrate of love, sweet picture perfect face,
Rigours of ******, ransack and obscenity.
Frenzied...

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Life as it is,
makes me imagine this,
like when Adam grabbed his rib,
and had a kid, (creation)
I'm passionate with statements,
like caption capturing the ancients, 
You have to attach the strings of patients,
to change this,
person you are,
whose searching through stars, 
at night,
the shards you find,
are like scars...

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Get the bridle

aint suicidal, babe get the bridle,
 i have to go a riding on me little horse today,
aint no infidiadel aint no Bobby Ridedell,
but me dials a little idle, needs a shave this half a day,

a terrifying slip halfway,
 tween knees n hips,
an im...

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Pox pigeon carrier of pestilent tidings,
those carcase messages
kiln blow in the air
like urn ashes

What dour condor news
does thou fading twilight beak bring?
Witching hour hex blues
only the grave vex tomb vulture sing

Let the dirt breathers 
allow a woe amplitude of fear
to impregnate their ear
So every womb...

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Cold Morpheus snowflakes descended all night
You blinked them away with amphetamine tears,
A veil so defiantly, sugary white
When the whole sleeping world disappears;
For who will remember your un-ravaged face
When you stood like a child at the edge of the park?
You may leave no particular trace
As you...

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Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky 
with steel blue dye

Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain

As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive 
like a mercenary bird of prey

A king’s ransom is your...

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