Best Reattach Poems

What do you want me to write?
I think I will write about faith
What is faith?
Is it something you can see
can grab, can hang onto?
Yes, yes, and yes
You can see in someone though not visually, with your spirit eyes
You can feel in someone though not spoken
You...

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This story remains unfinished
as do all the best tales told.
Yet I must warn you
it has a happy healthy ending,
not dystopian,
although not a finished
political wealth utopia, 
Ever After LoveLife;
warm accompaniment
trusted energy of democracy

Where this power story begins
remains a mystery,
like a definition for "Tao"
more obscure than refining...

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There is one constant in this world, it’s all around for us to see.
It can show you each one of your failures, or a future that will never be.

Every aspect will be affected, sometimes good and sometimes bad.
This constant will always remind us of a...

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As time flies by
My eyes hurt from 
staring at the light.
Where can I go?
What do I do?
I can't escape,
I'm trapped in this
small little box.
No way out.
No doors, No holes.
Nothing.
No one trying to
help me out.
No one trying to 
break down these
walls.
Except for one
person.
That person being 
her.
She...

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Fabric of the universe,
has weaved all within it's nature
upon looms from spindles,spinning wheels
beginning with a single thread........

Connecting all in purposeful suit
appropriate uniformity
serving one,to serve the all
the whole now luminosity.....

Somehow...the thread becometh loosen
and pulled unraveling many,
like spinning tops in chaotic spin
disorder now a plenty....

Must reattach our...

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I've attempted to dissect “graveyard” as a compound, 
Not in the back, nor in the front, nowhere to be found.
I delved into deep and hard, 
Without doubt it’s not a yard!
For nomenclature I'd rename it as a “graveground”. 

Given yet another thorough thought to this...

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Finally just finishing up. I haven't been working on this one very consistently, but I like it, 
because it's actually helping me fit in a variety of emotion that I've been feeling over the 
time that I've been writing it. There's one and 2/3s of...

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I've got these deviant flip flops
Cheaply made, I will admit
But they're masters of torture
Though you may not give a sh_t

The right's thong attachment
Comes loose with every step
I've tripped so far 8 times
I've even had times I wept!

I reattach this toe stud
Every minute, or less, I'm...

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Trying to remember 
How it all goes 
Ask, and no one knows
Pointing in every direction 
East and west
just more reflection 
Inward retreat 
from these
external beatings 
a slave in a land
of dreams 
filled with too
many misdeeds 
They say we've 
lost our way,
I say the compass
we were given
was pointed 
towards metals.
They say we are
animals with bad reputation.
I say...

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There are so many cures today
There's help for whatever comes your way
 
There's an almost cure for headaches that linger
Most of the time they can reattach a severed finger
 
There's transplants for thinning hair
And so called cures for fat are everywhere
 
Bad eyesight?  Get...

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Is there a thread that binds and ties,
  an artist to his art

Is it thin or thickly woven,
  does it hold or come apart

Is it there to free or wear one down,
  with the memory of its form

Does its very nature reattach,
...

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I'll apply fact to the matter as a matter of fact - Fact doesn't matter.
I'm a time traveler, through mind travel, possibilities unfathomable. 
Rather call a truce instead of battling dudes, 'cause I lack the unbattleable
lyrics that other rappers produce - In other words, I'm...

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Poem       Defining Moment 
Up on a pedestal fallen from disgrace wounded words physical emotionally 
Drained shouts echoing walls closing in to tired to defend self storage full of
Long over due un resolved issues tightly locked away fits pounding frustration...

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Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow...

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tryst of the moon and the stars
         - oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.

eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.

a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their...

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