Best Cysts Poems

Life, are you a blessing or a punishment?
I'm trying to understand how I'm
a slave to the sculpted version of me.
A prisoner without chains, 
upon a path forged with my own hands,
feeling lifeless, drained from 
premeditated premonitions.
I'm burning like a caliginous candle,
melting in waxing weepings -
fatigued...

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A monkey once danced in an assembly of the Beasts
                       His tail was a terror the god's error full of cysts
  ...

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You aren't worth killing myself over
No matter how much has fallen upon me
No matter how much the days ahead will bring me down
No matter how much my own body tries to waste itself

I'm not gonna let you decide my fate

I'm not gonna let the absolute...

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Electron herders, 
that's us. It began
earnestly late 20th century.
The first organic computers
using polymerase and qubits
came later. Weaponry
via numbers, words
magically appearing, 
telepathy. Measurements
in which the last significant digit
is the Other. However
immediately depleted
our resources were, 
antibiotics were always at the ready.
Forgetting what we knew, 
reverting to austerity
because...

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8/27/16



Just had shrimp and grits
Beside scrambled eggs whipped up with a whisk

Been a long time since
I've had some fish and chips


Went on many different trips
Some of which
Were on ships
And others were above waterfalls and cliffs

Back in the day always shot a swish
And used bats or...

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Let's bake in the infinite madness
as our craniums burst
as the smoke 
is our oxygen
until our brains form cysts
that burst with molten lava
and virgins losing it in the grass
and congressmen
oil men
bankers
getting off with dollars
onto bone-skinny transvestites
until warm turns cold
and cold to nirvana
and all emotions
warp to primal...

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The sun, laughing, comes pouring through
Just how long was the night
Pop the pill and scratch my skin
There's no begin in sight
Flowers they send make you feel so plain
Kiss them back, but I know the risk
Autumn rain won't get me clean
After three seasons of hibernation sickness

Is...

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Swollen knees bring
fears of blocked tubes -- 
harbingers of destruction,
cold limbs, looming amputations.

Swollen knees bring
alternate explanations for pain –
cysts maybe? fears subside.
maybe just an infection…

Swollen knees bring
reminders of aging frames.
age-related deterioration,
speaks of a well-ripened life.

Swollen knees bring
streams of gratitude for
the many things knees can do.
joints...

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What makes me happy?  There are many long lists:
I don’t want IV tubes attached to my wrists.
I also don’t need any malignant cysts.
If drugs can keep my hypertension at bay,
I hopefully can live to see another day.
When the ambulance comes to take me away,
I...

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Dissatisfactory the the lines
which creep from behind
keep chasing that time
the bars which confine
to live this life right 
you must travel through time
reprogram your mind
and stop committing those crimes
This misery a choice
doubt you must excommunicate the voice
offense must avoid
or become the governments toy
they will strip you...

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My polyop of despair has bitten me.
I am trapped in a hemmoragging abyss of cysts
My reaper has bled me 
He has come for me
There is not way out...

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                 In the vast expanse of 
forgotten time, the now balances on the strings 
of eternity, cryochron-ology 
of the doors held ajar by the pasts frozen wings, 
now in...

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The clouds roll above black as tar
I try to run but it's too far
Stuck in this dreary place
Is there not a friendly face
Madness screams from here to there
The soul lonely and bare
Emptiness is now all that exists
Growing like enormous cysts
Soon there will be no more
Nothing...

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In a tribal life where beauty and desire intertwine
like celestial bodies in an eternal dance,
those who shone with outward grace,
man or woman, found themselves in the waves of passion,
their nights a symphony of carnal delights,
their days a tapestry of bodily appetites.
Yet, in the shadows,
those less...

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