Best Concaved Poems

Why are you here?

Your familiar skin,
Radiating miscellaneous emptiness

Trembling wanton security
Filled with finite smiles
Infinite complexities

Why should we indulge you again?

A rejected buffet of frozen tenderness,
Aching for high horses to help you gallop

Hunger, no vacancies to reside in your malnourished smile

Wishing for a soldier-in-arms
Wishing for a human-in-arms
As...

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Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi

My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined purpose.

Yet I remain distracted and confused
by this illusion of constancy...

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"I am circling around love,
around the throbbing hum,
and I have been circling for thousands of days,
and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint,
or a rainy dawn,
or a creation story."
Rob Brezsny, in Pronoia

You know the term ionic?

Balancing, like energy finding its most neutral...

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My favorite dish, when it’s all done and said
Is the metal one inside my head

The dish that heats up near microwaves
And makes airport security whisk me away

The dish that put roundness back in my skull
When before it looked like a concaved bowl

The dish I cover...

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I pass by, as I eye, my eye;
I see something nearer, nearer;
On the wall a reflection of myself, myself;
it isn't clear so, never clearer;
As I look upon the mirror, mirror;
Mirror polished metal or glass with an;
Amalgam back and as a TV I've gain weight, weight;
Look...

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We often think of how best to compete in a very tough love market.
How to look
and smell
and sound our healthiest and highest commodified use
to attract the interest of others
with both similar and diverse sight
and hearing
and fragrance
of trusting radically profound beauty;

A hot package
but also with a...

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Past years of lives of ages gone
yet dark shadows shaping choices,
hiding unrecognized options
waiting for New ReSolutions.

Future lives unraveling evil absent
blinders
doubling over crying laughter
days of PreHistoric Futures
cooperatively over-invested in competing
to Win a race only won through losing
Ego's monocultured nighttime face.

Past tears seeding passion's future flowers.
Flowers tearing...

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down along 42nd and cypress street
 the allegorical prostitutes say their not street
 hookers but just a symbol of sex.

  just like the walking sign post 
  stop, merge left, bump, 
 narrow road ahead.

  cracked pavement and raindrops, 
  concaved...

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We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,  
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul, 
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow 
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
 Vegetate a garden of Compiegne lustful deceit,
 And profanely reap the dreams...

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What cooperative evidence
could we final climate find
for WinWin cooperation lovers
including LeftBrain secular humanities
inviting no more or less valueflow
than RightBrain WiseElder root-branch dipolar etchings
neurologically ancient bipolar temporal systemic 
body-branch, mind-root DNA enscriptured holonic trees,
DNA  river stream fed
through matriarchal precessive waving lines
in 4D spacetime sacred divine...

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Telling that gotesque humanid shape ( i know it was humanoid but i love the sound of humanid)
concaved on the lid of the toilet bin
tapered on the rim
I hate you
then i realised i'm not him
trapped within
Jokered grin
death can't surprise me
cause i don't care
ready anywhere
life was...

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Let's pretend we never existed
there was no "us"
there was no spark
nor fire, that nothing was just
 
Let's pretend there was no first kiss
No lips in lips,
Massaging of tongue tips
And hands sliding from wrists
bags from hands slipping
Falling... 
Hearts giving, 
body friction, 
chests beating, 
moving! 
to the...

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Remember the Sabbath
to keep it holy 
free of Shoulds.

A should-free cathedral
of intimate athleticism
romantic
exotic
ecstatic
euphoric
erotic

Exhausts this sabbath light
at long last
widely dawning deeply stronger
and resiliently handsome
dark as night

In virtuously enlightening response
to Saturnight's weekly exorcism
annihilating
exhausting
expiring

Yet another weekday week
weak slow-groan degenerjism

Darkly precipitating
sweaty penetrating night seductive mares
aggravating
congregating
irritating
neighing
sedating
constipating

All my life
I've been waiting...

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Innervation I was falling
But not an angel 
I had a calling 
As I was sent in His purpose
 I am in His image
WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH JESUS -
 I landed on the surface
 I'm in a quarry have my own individual story
 I have...

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introspection into the heart 
dig deep down within the
concaved cavernous 
crevices of the caves 
of the untapped mountainous
emotional holes that are 
scattered through out the 
surface that are yet to be 
explored by the mind's eye
in fear of causing an emotional 
rockslide...

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