Best Epileptic Poems

The umbra of my Soul's eclipse,
Stellar dweller cosmic ships.
Solar flares and lunar lairs-
Blackest Holes and deep abyss...
Photo gamma satellite,
Telescopic magnetite.
Anti-Matter fusion shatters
Super-Nova afterlife
Gravimetric poly-synthetic-
Nano vortex...

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The night takers come when the sun goes down
When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud
They are the shadowed clouds feared by the...

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I let you break the door to my soul,
You savoured the flavour there in
Only you did,
But the broken door gave me pain
I let you, cos...

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Thence they come, these thoughts again
As I brood, on mind thus dimmed
Fraught with doubt, crossed by light
Naught but rout, mine sublime such night

Shall I muse...

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There I was.

Inside a crowded Toys R Us
On a mid-Winter’s evening

Abrasively loud 5 year olds
And depressed fathers
Ready to throw their “angelic” brethren
Into life-size Nerf basketball...

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Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned...

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Awesome is what I heard.
a Kung fu master poet spoken word martial artist nunchuckering his words.
kaRate kicking, chopping, spit splitting nouns, adjectives and verbs.
yo vOice...

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Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking...

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Who Am I?

Because I was born out of wedlock, 
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good, 
And that so many just...

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A ship controlled by multiple captains, a home by an extra head
her presence makes it void of comfort with an unkempt bed.

Supposedly one family but...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral...

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I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She...

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Those that went before him
Were promised an orphan
By the brutality of the elements
The pestilence of society

They were the pleaders of history
The wounded veterans
Of internecine strife
Victims...

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for Alan Painter

I have put into many ports
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