Best Mechanism Poems

Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running...

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if you could last a day inside the body of 
the lovesick-shell of a human 
i turn into when i'm in love
i would applaud you

allow me to show you a preview first:

as one might think 
loving someone and being in love are 
two vastly different...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix...

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trapped in a snare 
captivated by the glare 
a primitive trap its clear
the startle from a borrowed gesture
provoked the out gunned deer
trespassing all fear
the perch on the measure of a wire 
hovering the dawn of a fighter

conviction is the large leaps 
belief the hesitant small...

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Gorging upon self-indulgence
while your soul lies starving in the corner
Dissociatively liberated from consequence
as the host endures accountability

Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction
(an accessible and depraved fantasy)
and basking in its soothing narratives
whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient

Dipping sporadically into a permeable
realm of artificial favorability
Detaching yourself from that...

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On the inside of the doohickey
is the cogwheel thingamajig.
And that thingamajig keeps the thingy working well.
It turns and cranks and circles around and round
like the second hand on an analog face clock.

On the inside of the workspace office
are the people that run the show,
and even...

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Colony operating mechanism
Christianity played bad role in Africa
As most European pastors and priests 
were investigators and informers of the regime.
as some believers were made spies 
by some churches leaders.
some people who went
 to repent their sins 
To majority ministers 
were astonished to see the police officers...

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In the opaque night of agony across the extant landscape
I take the ordained journey forsaken,
the track out of travail through the illusive time I lose 
in the tortuous dismal tangle of torment.

Introspection unshackles me out of the abyss of despair  
for the inward travel...

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How do you sleep and so easily settle your mind? 
Isn't there a traffic of noise that's loudly whirring inside? 

How do you remember all those important tasks? 
I wonder how it feels to complete what's asked. 

How do you calmly listen and not talk...

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Memory engulfs us,
          absorbs, regurgitates...
          but never returns
          the true feeling
       ...

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“Hope propels the internal mechanism in us. The big picture keeps it in continuous motion.”
                     - Quote by Poet
      ...

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Emotions***

It is easy for me to let my emotions govern my behavior, as I cope with my emotions.  Carefully, I am following the instructions of my Compass Health Clinician 111. Greg Richardson. Greg is mainly a science fiction writer, who is looking for an...

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In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound,
A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound.
A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows,
A chilling truth the merry words refuse to keep.

The body lies unseen, a weight upon the air,
A stark reminder whispered, a burden hard...

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Which one can muster?
    now?
  lines
red, blue, black ... in colours
oblivions?
always same
metamorphosis
like a shepherd of one sheep
 who has colours
to brush it to consternation
if out of one thousand
brushes
a light to be absorbed
may be only forty six and seven
   ...

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