Best Processing Poems

Binary system,
Ones and zeros don't exist-
Broken Computer....

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Be converted… and become as little children
That’s truly the only way to be free.
Before being subjected to the harshness of the world
before your head was filled with voices
the algorithm of the world
our oppressors.
Before we got so confused
Rewind, go back and remember
Not all these customs are...

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Conceal my face. The jagged lines
Cut away an inch- no more.
Uproot the grey and secrete a bed
Of black as night.

Contort my frame
And guard my gait
With bated breath
I sent for flowers
Signed in concealed hands
A name that will not exist

I was twenty feet tall
And the Statue of...

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I heard what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
What would you die for, what do you long for?

Are you willing to sacrifice everything you have for the chance to transcend?
Or will you stay in the comfortable confines of a stable life. What message does that...

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Please bear with me. I am processing all this. Probably through some PTSD. 

My only way to process this, is to write
It has been such a long, ongoing fight
I remember April 7th, the sudden tiredness that hit
I was afraid I wouldn't wake up, if I...

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I have seen to much suffering and pain
Shattered feelings 
As I look out my windowpane 
It’s more in-depth than you can imagine 
Terrorism to desecrate and intimidate 
The tragedy more than you can fathom 
I put on the TV tonight 
Things just aren’t right 
My...

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            Nature versatile on evolution.
            originates from inorganic state,
          transcends into organic formation.
 ...

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Insisted 
tight-fisted
hard fisted, too.

Resistin' 
when necessary
or, hey, when not.

Assertions without backup facts
get votes.
Disappearance when overwhelmed
whole 'nother story....

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He cleaned his gun
Polishing the anger with disdain
Caring nothing for the life
Taken and the one that remains
...unforgiven

She cries for her loss
Always dragging her cross
All over town
The town joke
Among the country folk
Still in her wedding gown
...unloved

They shout profanity
At the right to choose
But even after victory
They lose
...hearing

We...

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Does sacred Mother Eartha
too often want to stop the world
to process Her nuanced feelings?

Does our desecrating Dad
too seldom demand we stop
to consider grace
and win/win gratitude
for creative dance
as it has systematically developed
to this current post-millennial date
to partisan fancy prance?

Revisiting loyalty to Earth's global systems
of nutritional economics
and...

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COMPUTATIONAL SUMMONS ...
DAMNATION'S DEMONS DRIVE
INTELLIGENT MACHINES.
HELL BOUND IN CIRCUITRY 
BOARDS WITH DIGITAL IMAGING
A GODFORSAKEN ENIGMA BUILT 
IN INFERNO'S HOT SILICON MATRIX. 
DESOLATIONS DIVINITIES
RULE A VIRTUAL LABYRINTH.
THE CELESTIALS CREATED MAN!
MAN DESTROYED THE DIVINE, INSANE!
THE PROFANE CREATED SACRED MACHINES
OF TWISTED LOGIC, SPARKS RAIN!...

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Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair.  

My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace. 

Processing... Processing...

The flickering lamp casts strange shadows on the walls. 

I sit back down. I can’t possibly write this standing up. 

 

You...

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Looking for the right track
and knowing not to look back.
Can't imagine letting go
and allowing feelings to show.

Life stopped on that day,
lost in the process along the way

Words will remain silent,
racing thoughts are precedent

Six months after the final beat of your heart
feelings are scattered, keeping us...

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Second Guessing In To Out

Sometimes, I wish… my ears to brain to mouth worked as close to normal as possible. These are the times when I second guess the communication process. Life and communication would be much easier.

I often second guess the whole process of...

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A mother of eight
Left to raise them on her own
Damn that man...for dying
And leaving her lost, alone

A soldier of valor
Stood his ground in the face of fear
Now, he is court marshaled
For the lies they wanted to hear

A child hides in a closet
Hearing every thwack of...

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