Best Materialist Poems

Since humanity first became a sentient species, aware of time, space and its own mortality, there has been only one question that matters:are we just...

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When angels come, they are only seen
by babies and very young children, soon
to be forgotten. And sometimes those who
are good at heart will encounter angels
who...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on...

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Keep Me Good Company…

TODAY MY MATE SAVES MY DAY... 
From spiraling into unconstructive decay, 
Plugging my volcano of negative gossip & hearsay, 
Planting productive advice...

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Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers

A cascading...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The...

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She's a Messenger, a standard bearer of a Message of Love.  She's Love's unforgettable fruition and flower.  With Her trusty hounds bounding along...

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In this hyper materialist era 
We find ourselves in
Is there such a thing as a true soul?

Or have we all become 
Nothing but fake souls
The...

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From Pronia, by Rob Brezsny, p. 267

Neither God nor the gods are dead,
but they seem to be disappearing
because so few of us are capable of...

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Late last night, when the sky was bright
With the silver gleam of the moon and the starlight,
I sat and asked my Soul
Of what Sin am...

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Warmth contained in the liquidity,
Breaking out of its vessel and bleed,
Painted with the Red of Life,
The Yang breathing inside this Yin,
Is but the child born...

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No loyalty
No royalty
No unconditional love
No clean white dove
Life is full of shocks, locks
Rocks, blocks, mocks and flocks
The flowers are faded
But the diamond is illuminated
Go crazy...

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Gifted with a tender heart, so pious
Life turned it into an iron core, so capricious!
The Age may be Dark, as said in the Holy Books
Does...

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Ricardo Eliecer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto

Motherless at two weeks of age, sought her.
Within his heart and mind, imagined her.
Age ten, before life had hardly begun, 
He,...

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The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
If it is available with us meager
We become a source of hatemonger.
It can make us sit...

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