Best Cogs Poems

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will...

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far off memories
like scattered dreams
lie dormant
waiting 

to come to life
              and haunt
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There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in...

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From the deep dark corners of my brain I strain to bring to the surface
the answers I've locked deep, so deep within...Like the matter inside...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
 ...

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a remembrance of the perfect girl
      the phantoms of a wakeless world
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The universe is immeasurable,
  we are merely infinitesimal
      machinery keeping pace,
as churning cogs tick wildly 
  transmitting within...

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A restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Scans the implacable ceiling, 
Or buries her face in a book 
  To subdue the...

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She closed  the door behind her with tears locking 
millions of cogs , snapped shut
Clock stopped ticking, tocking 
For a moment
I stare, already knowing
The...

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The body is a strange machine
With lots of moving parts
And once we’re born, like products purchased,
All the action starts.

The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand
And...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms...

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Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.

In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a...

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Lights flicker, 
buttons ping, 
new clicks whirr 
in the beautiful machine.

My head slides,
my eyes turn, peer in,
gaze: 
magnetized by novelty, in this tiny 
maze, slinking...

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Warning: Mature themes, though at the time.             

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