Best Processed Poems

No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

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If I  had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would...

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If I had those pretentious brains which act faster than this heart

maybe then I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse

maybe then...

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Am I dreaming 
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern 
between real and fake
What’s right 
What’s wrong
which direction 
should I take
Am I...

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Sweetness and sourness of life
depends on the seasoning of emotions.
We are blessed with the gift of birth,
but our thoughts are processed
using different ingredients.

We all explore...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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Cheap wine dimmed in the candle light thinking my life's bleak like her dreams keep cramping my sleep and I've had it with uncleaned teeth...

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An apple every day, he said to me.
Berries too, for your recovery.

Can I have just one small slice of pie?

Doctor nearly glared into my eye!
Even...

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you've just started to make it happen your project is now being processed
but you need to know how to handle the haters who are only...

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It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing 
the tail end landing with news processed 

Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes...

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So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly
by clouds as air into water processed.
Why a diamond shaped of natures play
or of gravity earth awaits, greedily
life yearned for...

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The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the...

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        Black boxes atop a vintage shelf
           ...

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For John Hink


I left your stool in my kitchen corner where you sat, a crooked grin on your weathered face that had seen a hundred...

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