Best Machina Poems

“deus ex machina”


When LOVE came knocking at our door
we stood there opposite sides
like torn pages 
from the chapters of a banned book 
with no spine...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She...

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Man was born to make things happen
the universe finally had enough 
After expanding and exploding for eons 
was time to get answers about some stuff
With...

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“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than...

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He remembered the day 
Before he was exhausted 
And his soul was very sick
He was suicidal that night
But when he woke up
From his nightmarish dream...

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Hope, a window 
in which to see 
tomorrow's sunrise. 
The door in which 
to enter the kingdom 
of possibilities.
The balloon floating 
over a stygian abyss.
The...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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"Codex: RED"



Babylon, hear their tall voices
Legion swallows dark wings
Mystery through open windows calling

Gossamer threads she wears
Fresh and glistening, a wet cup to parched lips

Here, is...

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Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by...

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1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and...

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“When Hell Freezes Over”



He said, “One last kiss for my soul?”
as he lay supine life spilling onto his Last Sunset Road.

The sun had set long...

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"Lemonade"
 


Agency sent me to 
the territory of 
Lemonade dreams
where secret rendezvous
were disjointed 
and criminally spent 
shooting the cool breeze
she blew hot and cold 
covertly...

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Something nice from someone not so nice,
Happy things that distract you so much you become sad,
Liking someone leading to stress about liking them,
Not being able...

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"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy...

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"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle"



Bedtime stories
now walk through fog
The Unicorn skips 
on lines of sticky Asphalt

The father writes his play
The mother seen as...

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