Best Perforate Poems

If you could hear echoes from my heart now,               
would you perhaps reflect and wonder how
I have longed to hear your melodic voice  
flow in symphony with mine and rejoice.
I...

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so look at us, the princess and her fool
          this painted jester - just a silly clown
               we frolic nonchalant and coolly...

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Reality lurks beneath the moon,
The reason for it comes, some soon,
Different religions, all have part of the tune,
My words find some derision.

Clear your mind, till you can see,
Expect, believe with sincerety,
The Master is, will come for ye,
It’s only your decision:}

His  spirit from the bright...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and ice tea 
to this chair and table, these angled shutters, this ceiling fan.
In a world of metaphors
perhaps a cool alternate...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with death 

While it was ing me upside down 

While I was freezing face to hell 

I’ve been moaning your name...

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'The Celtic understanding of friendship found its inspiration and culmination in 
the sublime notion of 'anam cara'.  'Anam' is the Celtic word for soul; 'cara' is the 
word for friend.  So 'anam cara' means 'soul friend'.  This anam cara was a 
person...

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Sphere of great beauty, witness of the times:  
foundations, conquests, defeats and alliances.  
You changed your face opening the masses,  
separating extensions: America and Eurasia.  
You tremble as boy, strong winds blow;  
and play with the waves that beach in...

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I feel comfortable with silence.
I feel at ease in the sanctuary of solitude.
In the stillness of tranquility no sounds
To perforate the placid peacefulness.

No cacophony of chaos clamouring
Or jostling for attention, nudging, prodding
Queue-jumping - just the quietude of repose.
Door slammed on a commotion of confusion.

Noiseless now....

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You perforate my normality 
with snap-shots of the past. 
Images of yesteryear form 
a slide show which interjects, 
dove-tailing, sneaking in to 
the now with the stealth of 
the stealthiest fox. 

Distracted from the present 
my mind meanders down-stream, 
pausing at a bridge arched over...

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Thoughts of you perforate my normality. 
Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart. 
You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason, 
yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become 
the focus of my emotion - and I love you. 

Thoughts of...

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When the barrel speaks,
crimson thoughts 
are expressed non-verbally

Scarlet tones
perforate the air
with ballistic shrieks

Coroner syntax
are arranged in morgue sentences 
of alphabetical autopsies

When the barrel speaks,
violent desires
are sated in silencer reverie

Blue steel fiery emotion
be coldly exclaimed
by stained tongues trigger happy

Solemn whispers
is the universal language
spoken with rigor mortis...

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Twilight embraces Dusk
like a child hugs a pet.
And in that brief moment;
Day's defeated, Night won.

A wisp of a Moon hangs
low on the horizon.
And slowly rises like
a ghostly memory.

Colors blend with shadows,
inking the crevices.
And carpets of dew get
woven on grassy looms.

The Sun's rays stab the Night,
till...

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The hymns of harmony
Refer to me alas—
With gallant glowing glee,
And shiny silver glass.

Scintillant starry streaks
Of light cleverly hide
The wakefulness we seek
Between The Worlds' divide.

And fumes that Gods inhale
Will perforate my mind.
The fragrance very frail,
With ecstasy entwined!

And Logic WILL protest
Insisting: "Oust with dreams!"
Yet blatantly we’re blessed
With...

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You trickle through my mind like a meandering stream. 
You infiltrate my normality and drip, drip, drip annoyingly 
into my totality like a tap in need of a washer. 

Thoughts of you tug at my nuerological pathways, 
butting in, interrupting constantly throughout the day. 
Flashes...

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too easily your hate 
conspires to perforate
through my head
you see people as their colours tell you to
I made to watch what you do 
you hateful fool 
you a self made tool 
separating logic from 
your thoughts 
ill judgement corrupts
your thoughts repugnant
words are not made true...

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