Best Chasers Poems

They who chase monsters into the depths of their hell
must be careful not to turn into a monster as well.
When you look into the dark...

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cameras clicking
a twisting path we follow~
devastation dawns...

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Completely absorbed,

             the young zealot rips his foe

     ...

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As rust falls from the anchor

Where do sandcastles go
when the tide engulfs the view and 
lonely shorelines crest in tear drops
beneath white capped dream chasers,
foam...

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Ancient Aliens

They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress –...

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Your rod is not for signs my brother...
Stop looking for red seas to divide...
It should be the trophy of your bride...
That other sister need not...

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Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't...

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off too see her 
now we sliding on chrome slippining past slip;ery serpents
its certain its aknown fact
dont push me cause i push back
push black white...

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Oreos with chocolate chips
  Potato sticks with onion dip

Drip the cheese all over those fries
  Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
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Light bubbles of painted canvas, dancing amongst the softness
Of heavenly space amidst the skies above, wind walkers captured
In a timeless waltz of everlasting eloquence and...

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Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra,
snakes strike great fear in man
I have it—ophidiophobia---
legless lizards equal repulsion
 
Slithering, sliding as they move
something about friction and...

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I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the...

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hot ghost chasers
around track fields
rewarded for catching none...

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs...

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We're not just one color
a simple pigment of skin
or race don't define me
get behind me, I'm an American
I don't finish last
I hate not to win
I...

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