Best Repressing Poems

I ran from you to protect my heart
Or at least I thought I'd try
But little did I know back then
Just exactly why

Why run from what...

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Here I was pretending 
Not to see the truth that laid before me.
Forever suppressing my correct thoughts 
That were safely locked up in my unconscious.
But,...

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Human Trafficking


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Math speaks through us
within us
of cognitive landscapes
imagined still and/or moving.

Primal metrics are rational and symmetrical,
good as true as straightforward,
complex creation story problems
unfolding with precise answers,
right...

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Dee and Me

The years have so quickly gotten by.
They have stepped in-between you and I

The years have slipped quietly away.
You, it seems, have drifted further...

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If God is EggWhite
then Tao is His embryonic EarthYolk.

Why would you say such a confusing and silly thing?

What is the difference between a Paradise Tree...

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What have you learned from your family experience
that influences your position
on public health and safety,
national health defense
and economic offensives you might propose
for healthier individuals 
and...

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Friends make memories 
Love ones draw smiles on hearts
The beautiful days created are hard to wipe 
Great and happy moments stay longer than birthmarks

But what...

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I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.

I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's...

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ARE THERE CARIBOU IN MALIBU?

The frail I fail to reach
The elderly with so much to teach
Those older whose shoulder brushes mine
And yet each and every...

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My heart grieves for past warmth, rocking guilt back and forth
Like a cradled infant, deceased, and torn
I wailed inside and expressed what the babies could...

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While trickling thick amber honey
in my black decoffied coffee
I wonder why I never noticed
until just ever now

How refined white sugar
has monopolized my wider full-hued view
of...

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Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with...

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In Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged"
she paints a nationalistically wealthy saint
where also lives a monochromatically utilitarian narcissist,
sucking on attachment to fame and power
for bought and sold...

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The crisp-cut, full moon hung high in the sky,
Staring down upon him like a demon eye.
Through the foliage a column of moonbeam fell,
Pinning him in...

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