Best Motionlessly Poems

Fixed Gaze

                                   To capture the distant gaze
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“What are we when we are not...?”

MAN:     A malevolent master making mountains of a mindless mass...
             A meaningless magician motionlessly manipulating many minds...
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Every week day, same time, same bus, he is there, and I’m careful not to stare
But I can’t take my eyes off his curly shoulder length hair, hopelessly wondering

A face not popularly handsome, but such kind bluey- green eyes, deeper than the ocean
Tall, not slender...

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SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree
with...

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Sun shining gloriously
Birds singing merrily
River flowing endlessly
Waves of the ocean roar carelessly
The wind rubs on my face motionlessly
Oh ! wow! the earth was made gorgeously

As trees sway with their unique rythm
Birds perch on them branches and
    on them monkeys sling
On the forest...

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He was there for a moment, then gone,
Lost in a dark mist of my doubts

And my strange guardian appeared before me,
His tie blood red,
His stance taller than usual,
His long arms softly to his sides

I drew near,
My face tear stained and pained
He stared forward motionlessly 

I...

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As the time passes by 
Like the days and nights exchange
All things in a man don’t seem same.

It may have been god's pleasure 
To seek change in all men
As if he felt to stare 
Motionlessly at motionless things pleasure-less....

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Simple joys
took for granted
a life worth living
lost beyond the horizon
silently seeking a dream
lost among the crowded streets
longing to succeed
wander i do
can't understand why they won't speak
not a glimpse back at me
just a face in a sea of strange
drowning out what i feel
motionlessly staring out above...

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CLEAR BLUE SKIES SOON GIVE WAY TO DARK GRAY CLOUDS
CALM WATERS TURNS INTO AN ANGRY SEA OF WATER
THE FUTURE UNKNOWN AS THE STORM APPROACHES
IT ISN’T AN ORDINARY STORM FOR IT’S NOT OF NATURE
IT IS OF THE FRIENDSHIP WHICH WAS ABRUPTLY ENDED
THE MEMORIES OF THE FUN...

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THE OLD MAN AND THE BUTTERFLY

How many wishes and hopes pass through a man's mind?
This is what I am thinking about while looking
into the sad face of an old man
who is motionlessly starring into the distance,
as if down there,
in the blue eye of the dreamy...

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Drapes clashing from a clear, dark night
The remarkable scene- the risk I must take flight

Don't listen to all the commotion 

You are an attrition to hunger
Save it for leftovers 
Molded out of anxiety 

Have no fear
Fate is far from here

Nurture in burning threat
Appease to sorrow
Deny it...no borrowing from...

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M y…O My!
O  paque, can only describe the void
T  hat engulfs the sky,
H  ide me, for my forlorn spirit
E  mbodies pain which I deny,
R  ain, as it precipitates my cries…

Just a day…
Without seeing your silhouette,
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Something caught my attention while I was walking down-town.
Something rather odd and sad happened.
I motioned and strolled leisurely across the street.
Something averted my gaze away from a pretty, petite girl on the other side of the street.
O what a strong distraction! Or is this just...

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In the covert rendezvous of reality
My heart habs motionlessly.
Tranquilly, yet peace-less
In the very art of loneliness
I crave for a minstrel
Endowed with mastery of the timbrel
Cunningly curing the blisters of emotion
And poking my pox of dissatisfaction....

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Two years without your footsteps on the earth,
how strange then 
that life has gone on 
without you,
Flowers have blossomed, bloomed and withered,
whole seasons have passed
without acknowledging our loss,
Defiant of our grieving
the sun 
has gone about her business, 
and the moon 
still nightly appears
as if nothing...

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