Best Contaminates Poems

How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our eyes like they wholly know us.

As humans, we talk and talk our searching words
though others grasp only their perceptions heard
and...

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Death's malodor dances 
with winds of lament

heart wonders, mind ponders

watching sunset lose her grace,
time has become an adversary,

pulsating in our misfortune,
orchestrating a tragedy of love

heart wonders, mind ponders

in the hope of tomorrow,
silence cries for my untouched lover.

How unjust life would be
if my last sigh was...

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Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity

Resembles a godsend in her way of thinking
Equating its futility to putting in a full day’s shift without any proof
That rudeness despite its inkling and tinkering
Adds to...

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The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body

Contaminates
The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip

The farther
It traveled
The less germs

And death
Were there

Clean


(This is also a metaphor for sin.  The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay....

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I can’t see, but I can feel.
It feels wrong. 
The beach is where I go to heal, not open more wounds.
The sand is supposed to feel warm. Comforting.
But every step I take, comes another sharp, jagged piece of plastic,
plunging into my foot.
The smoke circulating around...

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And repression funded mental 
assassination
I shall climb beyond the human 
heights
When consistency aided 
conspiracy
When mental discipline
Has become mental plaque
That contaminates the 
constraints
Of the pure at heart
And purity poison to 
contaminate
I shall rise up high
For if the worst doesn’t come 
to the best
The sun shall rise...

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Hate pollutes and contaminates the soul, but love purifies it.



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What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain 
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say? 
The desired thought of suicide? I do not blame
The sourness that contaminates the life I live in? Oh what a shame?
Vengeance and anger? Those feelings to surrender?
Don’t ask....

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this is not a free country
pick a place on the globe
they force the laws upon us
US - free people of the world

i am not free to do as i wish
says the man i have never seen
my freedom to act, my free will
taken away by the...

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A thousand myriad voices           scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents in desert dustbowls        waiting upon the rain
lives molded in emptiness   ...

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CYRUS "THE VIRUS" IS EVERYWHERE. 
WREAKING HAVOC WITHOUT ANY CARE. 
BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK BETWEEN SLIME AND MOLD.
MORPHS HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE I'M TOLD. 
BIRDS AND PLANTS, TREES AND PEOPLE. 
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS TO TURN ALL INTO FECAL. 
WICKEDLY MEAN, TREACHEROUS DISEASE. 
TRAVELS...

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Should we call him a man 
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity, a threat to 
earth and humanity 
Has the audacity, 
To pile up children to capacity.
Creating more insanity, 
a threat to...

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A frigid landscape casts a bitter pall
over a barren nation of weary souls
imprisoned and laden under a regime
of hammer and sickle, numb and cold.

Regimented are the eyes of oppression  
unblinking, endlessly watching
scrutinizing, searching, ever searching
grinding down the will, receding hope.

The slow wheel of the...

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This silence that I keep leaves room for the unheard,
             so I take one last breath and I gather up my words. 
  This  s u f f e r i...

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SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD

Many people hear 'the Blood'
But knoweth not its great workings
So in this small scoop of poetry
I will try to share the seven things
That the Blood does for us
Not that I have known it all
But because I have received
A choicy measure of...

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