Best Projectors Poems

Life is about breath, bridges, and becoming
Wondered who I'd been, where now was I heading
God isn't through with me yet

Light years of sixty-five dawned upon my brain, but
I don't feel these years I've gained
God isn't through with me yet

"You were our African Queen." said the...

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It's not funny
To die for the liberty
For the freedom to speak
Freely without fears.

It is not beautiful
to suffer for the rights
To use simple or single words,
To write truthfully, to shed lights
On everything, which is distasteful.

Freedom of the Press
Must be fundamental,
It is the very foundation of true
Democracy,...

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I’ve seen this silent movie reprise:
lips moving, but there’s no sound
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking now
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
fact projectors are taking a break
Charlie Chaplin is speaking now,
telling you all Russia news is fake
Listen, listen only with your...

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The mind is what you make it
The mind is a blank book at the time of birth
We are the authors we write what we will


the mind 
the mind is like clay 
shaped by every 
encounter question 
doubt and desire 

the mind 
the mind
We create the...

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From    black-board    to    projectors,
the   education   system    has   never    been    diaphanous.
Everything   has   changed    with ...

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A Dirge to my Old Semester
I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors
When I heard you are sick
I never knew it was true
Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result
It was so sad that you are suffering from such an ailment
You suffered from senile dementia
Without sanctity...

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The dreaded weekly full staff meeting,
Every Thursday, straight after school.
Where each teacher sits through mind numbing talk,
That’s neither fun, intriguing nor cool.

The new teachers sit, pen in hand,
Hanging on every word.
Whilst the other teachers sit, falling asleep,
With their eyes becoming a little bit blurred.

Power points,...

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You, trickster, you
Thinking you could play me for a fool
But I know this game better than you
And ‘I told you so’ only goes so far
Words only mean so much
And you’re full of them
I see through every one of your crosses and loops
Oh, but I cover...

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Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters

Sea

Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8

Jangling in strange confronting orbits

Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment

Peeling, ghostly...

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For this is not the end of this obscene occurrence,
nor is it the start, my dear guests.
Somewhere down the middle of this table 
you sit before me, with empty ice creams cones,
 curious as to what you are to do them.
Preposterous, I know. All I...

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It’s all I can do to not carve these words across my eyes.
To immortalize what I imagine,
on this bleak, innocent canvas.
Each thought is a stain that seeps through beyond my reckoning.

It spills out, unbidden, to fall from the heavens 
and lay withered on cracked asphalt....

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Pathological Ego projectors
onto stereophonic EcoOthers,
voiced and unlanguaged,
rejoicing and lamenting,
healthing and reverse wealthing,
investing and divesting,
breathing in and bleeding out,
do not make viable healthy candidates
for democratic WinWin public office.

Co-empathic DNA work through history
invites dipolar co-arising role-play
outside-nature Left
cast as EitherWinOrLose dominant colonizers
co-inviting inside-spirit Wise MatriarchalElders
RightBrain Both/And recessive ecofeminist
creolizing...

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Lights moving in time with the music
at a mansion in a neighboring town
Vibrations pounding through the stereo bugle
hark you feel it escalate then drown
projectors casting shadows of colorful hew
raindrops falling to the sound
windshield covered in dew
and moistening the ground
wishing to share that moment
with everyone thereof
but...

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I’m starving, no breakfast, dinner or lunches
Suffocate the next coward, sinner that punches
Constantly roaming in depression, a product of this stress
Spectators cleaning my aggression 
Features adults being less than blessed
Tired of these credit unions telling me NO!
Edit my application 
Now these monopolies’s selling me cash...

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   Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit 
of the antichrist spirit.
Man infestation from the pit of 
deliriot.
In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo,
the chorus of the damned proletariat,
a venom, seeping through the cracks 
to reach the grass roots
and be championship...

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