Best Mistrusted Poems

In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone...

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I’ve been deserted and forsaken, 
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated. 
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated. 

No more time...

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Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger

For every goodbye must be a hello
Even...

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Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.




 (C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci...

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Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we...

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All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their...

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DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an...

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Before we had the LeftBrain eclipse word,
circa 1200s on back through space and time,
we had great sacred transformational co-arisings,
re-alignment as BlackHole icons
of ancient eco-alignments,
Yang solar...

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Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of...

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In all things, give thanks.

Surrounded,
overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,
gratitude.

Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.

Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential
potential.

Repression and victory.
Hope in and...

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There were moments when I couldn’t pray
Days when I just went my own way
I let God down… didn’t give Him esteem
The respect that He should...

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When I was about twelve
I began to see my future
as a ruthlessly effective
overpoweringly sublime advocate for justice 
as global peace outcomed and measured,
As a courtroom...

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my child, thru this prism
is how the dragonfly sees
life in a myriad of perception
and what i wish for you to learn
from this prism, these words
are...

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What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly, 
to avoid timely discernment,
are contrasts in density of opportunity
and...

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