Best Perceptions Poems

Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust...

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Hate is an unnecessary need
in the book of necessities.
Love is the key component
within the book of obsessities.

Lust is an unfaithful guide
misguiding towards fake perceptions.
Sincere love...

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I am more than your definitions
more than affixed labels
placed on my anatomy
more than your misconceptions
or even valid perceptions
I am more

I am more than what's written...

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POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when...

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In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache...

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               A coloratura rises 
      ...

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our mental simulator is the incubator 
     of our physical illustration
          our...

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She found herself
In the shards of who I am
The broken bits
The shadows
The resurrection of yesterday's pauses

I wonder
Was it the happy bits
The quiet contemplations
Or does she...

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How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our...

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I no longer search my memory
I no longer use my pride
I've loss the desire for liberty
I no longer speak for life

What I've said hundreds of...

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The word
The idea
The wall that separates
Disguised in honorable robes
Preached to children
"Tolerance" 

Am I to be tolerated?
Just because I am different
Black, white, brown or yellow
Straight or...

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To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to...

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I am proud of my eyes
For they reflect the color of Your sky
With them, I am able to witness the wonder of You
The beauty of...

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I am
Still I wonder
Who I am
Am I who
Am I what
Am I where
Am I here
I am
Yet I am not
My words travel beyond myself
I am made up...

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sad notes from a lonely oboe

coupled with uplifting melodies from a violin

concert penetrates my mind

connecting with my heart

eyes closed, a musical mantra flows

at last, one...

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