Best Identification Poems

In relation to who we are,
Defined by how we have been seen,
Each time we decide what we mean,
Noting life from behind a jar.
The state of being near or far,
Identified senses so keen,
Fixated on life, as you ween,
In hopes of creating your star.
Created values are held...

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When you feel sad just leave rest 

Walk with silently with full of rest 

Don't try to find what is the best 

Just find what you are and why you are  best 

Close your eyes andand just  follow your heart 

You have eyes...

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What we are playing is the identification game.
Sometimes I’m a tree whose branches are dancing in the wind
Other times I wake up and I’m a bird singing;
dancing to my own tune
When I feel special I like to be the sun,
unwavering and radiant, dancing together with...

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As thoughts pass
Through the filter of mind
Some we catch, some dismissed
Some are reinforced
But none are ours

Identification is the only sin
There is no ultimate tally sheet
But clinging will bring misery

This pushed away
That I like 
This will do, but that Id rather not see
Identification is misery 

Nothing...

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Pardon me
  but aren't you --
Oh, no. You're not
  How foolish of me
Please excuse

But, say
  Wait a second
Weren't you --
  No, I guess not
Sorry, my bad

Ha! I've got it
  We met at --
Oh, no we didn't
  It was someone...

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IDENTIFICATION
mishaps
moving
  frantically
in
enchanting
 shadows
becoming
    shapes
contemplations
perceived
in
complex
  serendipity

graffiti
with
innocent
  creativity
channelled
with
intention
&coherence
in
manipulated
  movements...

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Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass


Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter 
Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion 
Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed...

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We rise from a stillness, our wind becoming all, 
before we touch in quietness our fall. 
moving youth against age, 
claiming the god of difference as our sage. 
Forsaking ownership as prayer of a kind, 
we run from our mortality, a fateful step behind. 
We...

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