Best Paralyzes Poems

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar full of...

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            Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes, 
      ...

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Medusa’s Love

Medusa is a hideous and vile creature of Grecian yore. 
Medusa, once a high priestess in the Temple of Athena,
Suffered Athena’s unforgiving wrath for...

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its
  as
     if
                 INCUBUS
IS...

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The world spins, confusion in the fog
That refuses to lift, day and night
Not a clear answer can be seen
An obstacle course to get through

One thing...

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The most beautiful girl in the world.

Have you seen her? 
The most beautiful girl in the world!
I have! And she is a wonder to behold
She...

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Give me heaven's eyes
Instead of these earthly lies
For they paralyzes
The gifts inside.
Give me angel ears
So I can hear
With a clear transmission
Not these tattered incisions.
My lungs...

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My phone is always off. I then check and return my messages inevitably.
These are actually precautions I must take for my own personal safety.
If I...

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I feel I am drowning
In open air,
Clawing at dirt that isn’t there
No one sees my distress—
No one really cares
Clacking, scraping sounds
Of glasses and plates
Echoes of...

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Brutally beautiful is this lady before me
Red fox of desires hallows her body
Udder of males she fills with biting milk
Twinkling eyes prick trembling hearts
All who...

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Shadows
I walked into a dark shadow of foreboding with fear surrounding me.
I saw people depressed, despondent and stuck because fear absorbed them.
The loss of hope...

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The Ethical Self
by
Rick Folker

If there is evil here, it is complacency, and it is collective.
- Courtney Martin/columnist for On Being

The Moral Arc is bent
but not...

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Desperation creeps stealthily, into a disillusioned mind
Unanswered questions paralyzes, leaving one frozen in time
Tsunami waves of grief pound away, at the sad and troubled heart
Sorrow...

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Today, catching sight of the mallards
crying over Lake Iware:
Must I too vanish into the clouds?
—Prince Otsu translation by Michael R. Burch  

This world—
to what...

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