Best Fluxes Poems

Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
     ~THIS is one of those times...

I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps
indifferent to their misanthropic mocking
and cheeky...

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When you get bored
Go at the edge of the Seine
Be the friend of swans
Divide some bread into pieces
To throw to them! 

Don't be in charge of shippers
Letters remain in consciousness
By dancing northward
Consider bottles
Carried away by fluxes... 

Never present yourself
Instead of others
Don't conform to others either
Rest...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into...

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Ways of Taiwan….
Open and upright are oracle minds.
Wisdoms are fluxes and thoughts are coils.
Valid truths are drive as forces.
Taiwan needs a exact ways.
Fighht the china commie and get their righrs.
Laws are ready and some are crucial.
Have what you wish as list to list.
If worse come...

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Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into...

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Buzz…
Get a buzz and real as come.
Deaths with fouls will play as claim.
Words of buzz are argots piles.
Tyrants boxed our life as times.

Words that rude are swear that bad.
Bleeding souls are all so wet.
Oh must you a dirty mouth.
I am clean and good at mounts.

So...

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Her crimson lipstick stains my innocent skin
Her perfect aura bleeds upon me and it seeps within
And this carnal flame has ignited
The night thickens and I get more excited...
Blood fluxes through my thermal veins
Concrete pulsations inside of my turbulent brain
Unabated sweat oozes out of ajar pores
She...

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emotions................my feelings..........

 They float aimlessly inside me and outside me on the languid wings of air,
 To the home of the maiden that is far yonder  and there........
How can my feelings, they reach,
 without the valleys and mountains of emotions they crudely breach..

Alas! now...

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The Rubiks cube is round, observed at atomic size
To see reality you must enter, take a peep inside
I’m not saying pull it apart, searching out a pivot 
But rather a microscopic journey, for our tiny visit 

Photons on its surface, weaving around in circles 
Can...

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once aboard the desert submarine
anchored by the golden sundial
outlandish and phosphorescent
we crossed the greatness 
of many drowned landscapes
fluxes of algae and shrewish freesias
cloistering up
dans le château à la lune
where the ragman’s lantern announces
the arrival of the fearful butter knight
he’s tattered and salted
the endangered specimen
straight from...

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Can you see the flow, dancing above you now?

Close your eyes,
let yourself drift back to a time before you were born,
still inside your mother’s womb,
while you were being carefully woven together,
bit by bit, strand by strand,
stitch by stitch, fold by fold,
guided by flowing fluxes of...

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ineptta jazza bop   the stomp    "she" 2is a sheep  she said
       the.traces
  pearls plentyful made in skyy/  scuffed
/landscapes/embraces/ invented  /fluxes
rendetion an entire year
  &  akingdom constructed)...

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I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff.
Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff!

I derogate...

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Inner Tides and Outer Moons

Just like Earth and her moon
Our own body-mind fluxes 
With and within the cycle of tides.
Up-down, strong-weak, high-low
We swell and contract in a rhythm 
That effects if not controls us all.

Maybe it’s even what makes us care
About others and what others...

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