Best Exteriors Poems

I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challenge me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kinda people
The don't you love me
I wish you seen me sorta people
People just being real people
not having to have it all together people
Them doing...

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A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural...

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I'm in the life-long process 
of conjoining a Unitarian Universalist Green Sanctuary
communion of All Souls
living healthy 
on all wealthy Earth soils.

This is not my first time joining an intentional good-faith community,
but it is the first time I have signed a Membership Book
of historical,
spiritual,
natural cooperatively intentioned...

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I know it, I'm a bit more than broken
I wish I could be more in your face
instead, I hide behind nice
away there in a corner by myself
I want to be seen 
I want to be loved
Even though I don't have my pretend all together
so I...

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I have had a highly redundant,
one might even choose polypathic,
graduate studies experience
spanning my adult life to date.

This began with a semester of Philosophy.
Just enough to learn I wanted something more experiential,
a more embodied communication environment of Applied Metaphysics, perhaps even polymathically experiential.

So then I began,...

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The soft self-praise of your own heart,
Is this not our lost secret?
Bring forth that feathering truth
Like fields of canary bells
You ring, you're ringing,
Ringing from the rib cage.

Poetry is the land where all rules fade,
Rules for yourself and rules for others, replaced with spools
Of no code...

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We mere shadows seek supports
When somewhere else lie our beings
Uncared  for  in inarticulate shores,

By  debris  left of uprisings.
Before the delayed departure
Does our bliss alight for a while

On  precipices. In the brief
Interlude within  eternity.
Can traverse on and on it seems.

We...

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I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and...

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A human race of relay and replay,
Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors
And are kept on track by applauded obedience.
Their recurrently blistered hearts
Become calloused by an aura of expectation.

Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit while their bodies work.
They chip at the sedimentary foundation of...

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I got a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish.
Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished.

Who's at fault when our time becomes essence-less?
When we begin to question our coexistence.
How do we make each moment resemble something of elegance?
Time must be...

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Seven half-naked men gather around the table
For a meal that is to me only foreign
They speak in tones of joy
Tones nearly obscure to my ears
But oh, so near
My eyes avert from my glance
Picking up a dish from the sink 
I scrub the grime away
The laughter...

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"Ghosts and Gods"



We see them
when we want to,
in our minds 
and hearts
they are always 
mysterious
watching over us

the other world -
above
they -
see everything
in our dreams
below

we  -
the strangest creatures
below,
sometimes we see them 
above,
when they want us to

ghosts and gods
sharing seats 
with angels and demons
and lightening thrones
dimensionless...

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A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter 
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare...

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We Look Up At The Family Of Tracery Architecture

Tracery architecture began seeing the light
From the Gothic Age on it gained its birthright 
Its beauty spread left and right, day and night
In the stoneware dividing the glass with all its might
It took shape in the rising...

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Machiavellian dharma bums-
thumbing noses at the world
brazen fingerflags unfurled
tragic frowns on magic clowns
in fine designer hand-me-downs
hip and flippant,chips on shoulders
colder than the golden rings
piercing their exteriors

Neoclassic neobrats
drafting in and out of time
tatting lines of prose and rhyme
in easy lays that tease and play
in not the...

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