Best Medicated Poems

SEPARATE ME FROM THE LIVING 
FIND THE WORDS TO MAKE ME BETTER
WAITING BY THE BEDSIDE OF TODAYS DEATH
THINKING THAT IM OK
WITH THE SELF MEDICATED HAPPINESS
THE...

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White lines everywhere.
Take a ride on the right one.
Takes away the pain....

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if i maurice yvonne could cry
i’d spread my tears
eternal over your 
( say it, dare to be bold)
naked body
(then she could taste your pain)

but i can’t...

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WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's...

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Every day starts with a hand full of pills,
medicated; he has no hope of thrills,
his life is Spartan, without any frills. 

My visits are his...

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Walter took his life when he could not cope

With addiction and overdosed on pain

He tried very hard but then lost all hope

Found it too hard...

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Most are related to shipwrecked ghosts,
accomplices of my blood
that can still be found
in geographically scattered albums.

When there were cities to occupy,
they lived one level below...

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Our religious institutions 
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy...

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Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most...

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Life before love....how did I survive?
Living on the edge and running for my life
looking for something....what I didn't know
people to see and places to go
running...

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Through the storm surge and chaotic sky, 
the scale of destruction: hell on earth, 
towns flattened into a horrible wasteland, 
the deluge created ghost cities...

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Now that Crimson Fire was gone
Fire Eagle needed to gain experience.
For over ten years he travelled the lands
helping people, learning from many other druids.
One day...

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Through the storm surge and chaotic sky, 
the scale of destruction: hell on earth, 
towns flattened into a horrible wasteland, 
the deluge created ghost cities...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden...

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You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife 
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as...

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