Best Inflected Poems

Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see

'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall...

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Fling the doors open 
And let out the stagnant air 
Open the board up windows 
It’s time to breath fresh air.

Sweep out the dirty corners...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall...

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Oh how I love spring looking twards summer

I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates 
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love...

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I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall...

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THE BRIGHTEST STAR

To view the brightest violent star, 
that glints and glitters from it's scar.  
It's life is burning, blurred and far, 
we cannot...

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I read your words of your friend, to your friend,
my heart opened as if you danced in and formed in my mind to define love....

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This is the third time
I've read Beyond Religion:
Ethics
[non-sectarian, non-partisan, non-violent]
for A (not "The") Whole World
[ZeroZenZone Universe, psychological and politically eco-logical].

In the second, of two, sections,
the...

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Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring...

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Angels?

Are they ornaments worn on our shoulders as symbols?
Are they ten foot-tall guardians, guarding those with faith	?
Are they messengers of God?
Are they dense enough to...

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An evil one..
Not to go with soft referred as despotic rules are just.
Nothing quite defected if nothing softly despotic. They are nasty nice.
Some sublime ways...

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Pain
pierces
so deeply
wounding the soul
Leaving scars inflected by deception
Hurling it’s arrows of deceitfulness
Puncturing peace
Impaling
The heart's
Bliss...

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