Best Disorganised Poems

And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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“By Design”

By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields 
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives 
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious...

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I am not perfect I am not a saint 
I have my vices my loves my hates

I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity...

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Diagnosis
another two edged sword
Here we go
some other pill to swallow
choke it down and see

Will this one leave me blowing me nose in my hand
or crying...

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bottles of empty plastic
ancient breathing machines
electromagnetic fields in
eyes ears and air
inner child is waking up
books and crumbled clothes
sleeping in a disorganised
diagonal bed
hugging like blissful
children
i am...

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How can one once so familiar become so strange? 
The ease and flow of conversation, so stilted? 
Awkward even.  Our 'in-commonness' a rarity? 
Our...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended...

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2 puberty's
physical
mental
several years before your midlife crisis
about the time you will realise
criminals
dealing drugs and death
would make more money stealing art supplies
the psychology of swears
they wear...

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Inspire me.... 
Even as I attempt this 
Iambic nonsense 
How can silence, 
Emanate from chaos:
It's direct opposite? 
A pure contradiction of concept...


Crashing, cascading....... 
In a...

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People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of direction,
For some it’s an emergency
That fuels their urgency
But for me, as...

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Imagery

Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.

I purposely drew myself to Monet and the...

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like a suggestion to obsess
of a gap commercial experience
leaving me walking in circles
unable to stop telling lies
the fight or flight keeps me here
underneath this hypnosis
you...

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Don’t cultivate result,
Cease to exist
Though for a while,
And they’ll love you,
They’ll buy you expensive,
They’ll cry to beget you,
Because you ain’t anything
But a toy.

Bosses who crave...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick...

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