Best Disassembled Poems

Atrocious affliction trembles voices of anguish 
Brewing vile horror in death of tomorrow
Fearing for the newborn, women, and children
For yesterday’s massacre killed her husband
And the war-torn town screamed in agony
Wrapped in rags of shattered hopes,
Quivering hearts of disassembled valor
Incapable to assuage a hapless mother’s sorrow.

A...

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I wait patiently, and eagerly listening for your call.
Was I such a liability to cause you to drift away like leaves in the fall?
       The temperature dropped 30 degrees that day.  On that sidewalk I begged you to...

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My computer-- disassembled
is a maze of cables, drives
chips and ports--an array
of connections, silver solderings,
twisting wires.

But when the satiny case
is latched in place
coils and cables disappear.
The smallest particle of matter
is not an atom, but a byte--
a particle of magic that combines
and multiplies unseen
inside the blinking box.

Creation...

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The Past

Our world is beautiful. 
It is old, and it is young. 
The difference between... 
immortality and humanity. 

Giants of enormous size, and strength,
titans mentioned, in the great Book. 
Unicorns and talking donkeys, 
dinosaurs, and a jabberwocky.
Dragons, and even great whales...
used by the hand of...

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Layers upon layers,
flaking residue...
scraping at the inner walls of my heart,
priming the ruins of my disassembled dreams while
masking off all hope of bleeding out or bleeding on 

“Dare I bleed in the color of missing you?”

Scratches filled in with crayon,
vacant hues...
only on or outside of...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that seemed solid too often turned squalid. With unfinished thoughts (and...

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cerebral
scrabble babble
is coughed
into
empty couloirs
words lie
disassembled
on jaded
crossword
squares

dumb logic
acronyms
spill
from your tongue
with the intensity
of angel falls
flooding
the tower
of babel s
non existent
dungeon

taut and terse
phrases
are spit
into my mouth
clogging
my esophagus
with the
sweet bile
of your
bitter love
for me

twisted explanations
mixing
with fragments
of admitted guilt
speak
in reverse
similar
to the
uncanny
way
we uttered
our final
wedding vows

do i

poke a spoon
into a puddle
of campbell s
alphabet soup
as...

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You see, Desperate
Times call for
Desperate Measures.
Lengths no longer
defined by the kind
of weather.
The shorter the
shorts, the higher
the self-esteem.
and the Longer the
Sag the more Swag
and being oh so
Fresh and so Clean!
12 inch, 18 inch,
24, 36! Even numbers
but are the odd
lengths that ladies
lace front with.
Lace that can be
disassembled...

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"New Gods" 

in those days
at the end of humanity
the few witnesses
remaining

observed new gods
angels, being born 
the singularity 
walked like Templars

through them
reigning over 
the few witnesses
remaining

Heaven watched on,
the detached separatists 
observed the birth pains 
of new earth prolonged

the light grids lit
neural decoding
the electric brain
seeded bit-by-bit

lightening pulsed...

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Speak to me my muted heart
where went your rhyming ways
The voice of a hearts deepest hour  
in mysteries a soul explained

Is your rhythm lost or simply hiding
in the noise of life as it whines
expression tied by hopes revising
sweet serenity and peace of mind

You run...

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Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your...

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Long pole rise in center of yard
Morning like a mass in Latin dictum
Vanished. Here she comes
White as the mountain robed in mist
Echoing the centuries disassembled
In the chaos memory of foreign tongue
Holding water like a psalm in her hand
And watching it break
North, South, West, and East...

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Where do the homeless go
when the streets are covered in snow
and they fear the safety of the shelters
as they edge away to hide beyond the so called helpers?

Where do the homeless go
when loneliness and poverty are buried by the snow
and all the pleasures of life...

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....useless undertakings....

...my best efforts were shot down...divided...fragmented...
...spirit pulled apart my exertion... dismantling me...

...I guess I was my tries....

....leaving me looking at how I was rejected by the universe...

So now, I no longer crusade for my own campaigns...
...the movement came apart and died.... and with it,
took...

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In the morning, I gather my thoughts of yesterday
Like the foraging chipmunk, collecting acorns 
And stuffing them miserly in my jowls
The past is sustenance for a somnolent soul 

As age condemns my faculties
I pull, from my once copious jowl
A jewel of sorts
A garnet set in...

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