Best Cataloged Poems

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There you go you have been identified 
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You have been marked 
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system 
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's 
Forever lost digitally...

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Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea. 
It has no boundaries.
It goes on for infinity.
Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me.
Enraptured by this fairy tale like body of water and its properties.

Its chemistry cannot be cataloged.
Its elements...

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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A  Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb...

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Humanity is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few. 
And amongst every skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, deceitful, friendly, hateful, hopeful, and depressed people.
Yet they all share one thing: they're all human! 

Strangely, we...

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The Pink Joey or Dwarf Pink Kangaroo Paw
when cataloged made botanists quiver.  
For it's a rare native Australian plant
first found along the Margaret River.

A clumping evergreen, it loves the sun
however, it’s content to stay quite small. 
And unlike the larger Kangaroo Paw
it’s a perennial...

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It always starts the same
a fairy tale
first child
second child
It
you didn't even want to see him
let alone give a name
I did
you vanished
sleepless nights submersed in days
hours became a battlefield
we stood against over 20 armies
they had a name
and classification
one life got cataloged
yet destitute of any record
as no...

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Chronicler of History

History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within one millisecond
Put him to work to make a list of...

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I watch
as whispers
of smoke
curl up into 
the stratosphere


then, it was as if
the night seemed to yawn, 
a great mouth of darkness,
swallowed the day
another moment, was recorded 
and cataloged
to be digested by the future 
but always, held in a voided past


as the smoke 
over history thickened...

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Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.

While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.

Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive...

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Wings to fly In minds why
Days gone by
Ponder thoughts 
Like air sending
Human courts 
Through way for release
Inner parts rising
Unable to let go
Soul yearn post
Concept cataloged
Turned inside out
Mame shout
Unheard beginnings
Wishing God would  hear 
That one day 
Wounds deep heal...

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I have mapped the perimeter
of what's not there, 
measured the night
and calculated the weight 
of a dream as it floats 
across the surface 
of a sleeping mind.
I have calibrated silence
and formulated an equation
to calculate the number 
of words needed to express 
a given human thought.

I...

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in the furrows of time..
here in the psalms
of our being, hate
plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deception; scheming sins
of treacherous times
teasing valor with deceit---
mocking rights to life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness; 

old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to...

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LOST IN TRANSLATION

i have become the page of a book
stored neatly away on a shelf
the others have their own little nook
they all know where they belong
all cataloged so they know where to look
this library is immense
but they'll still find their way

the other books are often...

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Walk with me here, friend, once again
Along the dingy street cataloged with dingy lives
For our hopes were eagles here
And the little people preys of pride
How we circled them aloft in our sky
Of some marginal education
Until their pearl glint in our eyes
And our hearts came down...

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Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally

Expression mere epitaph

Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts

Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth

- Mark Time -

Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime...

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