Best Pulmonary Poems

Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less

Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored

Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain...

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“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”



In thy hands, 
I gently placed it

lacking hesitation’s pleas and virtues
‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous
plucked somewhere from deep...

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It's said that a house is not a home
rather, home is where the heart is
I can agree with this statement
Of course, I have a wife...

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YES !


Written in my palms
Within the plasma tempest of my cellular flow
Courses in the pulmonary oxygen
The direction linear fate
Souls writing indicates
Always through pass of time
Reverberates
My...

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"SUPERSEDURE" 
(Part 2 - Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections")


In her heart there pounds a drum
it starts off faint, then buzzes to
crescendo, a...

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“For I have seen you from far places
Shinning in bold light because you are made
Of Copper and tellurium; CuTe,

You are like the transition metals
You display...

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I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them;
So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming;
But each thought, each idea seems...

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the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise

the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface

the pulmonary sponge expands its...

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I'm boring through your ventricles
I'm being terribly invasive
My quiet warm breath 
Keeping measure and pace
         To such...

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Now the feline and the masked loony coon.
They steal the deal when they enter the room.
The raccoon and the cat, rat-a-tat-tat. 
Fire station seems to...

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I remember when we were little and I always imagined we would grow old together. You always loved butterflies and sunflowers, the brightest things and...

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As you look at me I'm not him.
Wearing a face of a man that does not exist, a myth. 
   For i am...

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I was just four when I discovered that some grown-ups cry.
That’s because I saw my mommy dragging my daddy down the stairs,
Her eyes so full...

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i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2,...

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I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.

I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but...

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