Best Conclaves Poems

For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the...

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My harmony is the preserver of my banality, which, when shaken and stirred by the disturbers, pump up the mouth by Words, occasionally jargons. But having a very keen eye at my aloneness I safely prefer to pen them down.
 
Those Disturbers appears to be...

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When in Spring with leaves turned to green
Eyes, hands & face
There lived one man with a thirst
To live in the moment between space & time
Selling his pots and pans to get by
Although the years would pass he had every reason to grasp
The true message of...

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in a scream I was tossed in a frenzy of emotional imperfections
the silence richly embraced a feeling of a funeral in my brain
tried to take the thought captive but it never worked until
the knocking of the door to hear the strange noise of that of...

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baby's hair with a womans eyes
can see right past you as I tantalize
the mere notion of a whisper long to filter
shadows block the vortex of her smile
how you have fought so very hard & fierce
my one truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be...

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I listen to my words but they fall far below
I'll never make the same mistake
carnality lifting through the extreme
blinded decorum of harmful interludes
there isa cave with evil twisted ways
caverns filled with darkened conclaves
dark viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side

the highway indian spirit burning...

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These are post-revolutionary gay '20s,
without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies,
replaced with ListenHard
to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair.

Margaret Meade encourages
invites
urges small winds
assembled in privatized circles,
yet still dreaming of love's great evolving liberty,
winning healthy democracy
to win wealthy economies
to win resilient ecology
to win resonant polypathic theology,

To remember
small compassioned groups
are the...

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I look to you in Autumn's merge with the climax of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the distance
through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there
perched in...

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Were not Kings
Just slaves
Or martyrs
But bodies that fill the graves
Harbingers
Hiding in stone conclaves.

Were not artists
But painters of death
Just lovers
Of our own breath
Takers 
Till there’s nothing left.

Were not angels
But ones who fell
Just writers 
Of the lies we tell
Followers 
Whom march to hell.

Were bellyachers
Ones who complain
Just bloodsuckers
Leaving...

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you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
 Satan has a grip hold on your thoughts
 yet we have come to far not to turn back now
 why look behind when your hand's on the plow
 the system...

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Sit at the table full of dilemmas,
Borrowed nightmares, dark agendas
Cornucopia of vile things tendered
Know this, you wont be remembered

I saw you cry silent in the corner,
The plethora too much, warn her
Not to sit down with us, my dear angel
Not this black table, this twisted angle

Such...

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I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have intercourse with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to impeach Trump but then who is left
a life of no...

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just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
where do we begin when we fall once again
a plate of fries with ketchup on...

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Jim 1 

Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard
changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form
some may insist on cursing the very day they were born
Dionysus was intigued with flames that arose by a sleeve

Orion can...

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love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following 
we are in this til the end my faithful friend with whom I can depend
inside I have rollercoaster...

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