Best Compartmentalize Poems

You watched it on TV 
And you might have wondered why
Colin knelt on that football field 
What was he attempting to try? 
The narrative of his actions 
Were about America's attitude 
Towards Black men 
How they've been lynched, harassed
And murdered again, again and again 
Yes...

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Free Power
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Though I am dark, the light ignites my curiosity, see me as an abstract manipulation and acknowledge me but please don’t shun me.  Just like the butterfly we blossomed from a cocoon not a day too soon. Although I am not seen as having...

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Lazarus fell ill so Martha and Mary sent a word to Christ
to let Jesus know all that was occurring in their lives
but Jesus did not respond nor did he venture right away
He stayed where He was for two whole days

now Jesus loved Martha, Mary and...

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He walks with a limp, dog in tow,
lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky
says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes
Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly."
but people compartmentalize.
He's  one of the derelict crowd,
some say they must be disallowed.
Kindness calls us to  contemplate
what they...

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It feels like a punch to my gut when I realize the pictures that hold so many good memories, are the same ones that have become my new found enemies. Like they only exist to cause me heartache. I thought I figured this out. I'd...

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Rainbow like reflection in the wispy jet clouds against periwinkle blue morning
sky.  Jets going where? One going in an unusual direction across one in the set 
pattern of travel. Since the latest happening with a jet one's thoughts turns to the 
incident. Try to...

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I sprung from fertile soil like a garden blossoming into a mosaic kaleidoscope of
vibrant colors

|that I no longer have the ability to see|

but I still feel the ghostly rose petals haunting my skin







~Heart hardened by the cold harsh bite of the wind~

my bones rattle as...

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Distancing does aid
To hide a veil of shame
Compartmentalize the sheep
To lull the wake to sleep
Unearthed the fled play dumb 
Circumvention follows through
Big brother saves a piece 
To call on those that eat the food
Take your shot or hit the road 
When then will they stop...

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"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies, 
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."

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I'll demystify your philosophy 
Anytime your perspective my bother me
Because you compartmentalize things
That are connected like Christmas lights on a string 
All potential lies in the ability
To exercise stability and consistency 
Which exemplifies what it is to be the Relentless type 
I won't accept anything...

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The mental institution is your mind,
Compartmentalize.
Living in shadows,
Facing rejection,
Looking at my reflection.
Thoughts are powerful,
So keep in mind,
What you think you'll eventually see.
Running and fighting are tired to me.
There are no voids that need replacing,
Prepared to fix nothing, as the weight of the world comes with...

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rumors are buzzing
that the brains at Uppsala Univ., Sweden,
have stumbled upon a way to eliminate 
unwanted memories---that
the attempt at getting rid of horrifying
memories is now becoming reality,
as shocks of electricity get thumped into
the heads of human lab rats in question,
so as to stop the hardwired...

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Overanalyze and criticize, demoralize and ostracize
  Modern pundits legitimize their vicious exercise

Scrutinize and standardize, compartmentalize and cannibalize
  Wizards of efficiency synchronize, initialize and circumcise

Demobilize and paralyze, stigmatize and de-humanize
  Westernized pols, their constituents balkanize and polarize

Trivialize and miniaturize, standardize and sterilize
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7 sorrows 7 saints
how many ways must i give you up?
grief is just a sport for lucid and the lame. 
how many boughs till i break this falling-
to the mossy hill below?
where grief is just a shallow pool
with reflections of me beautifully crying
We ugly mourners...

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