Best Sedating Poems

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to--
--Sunsets of...

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Intravenous therapy,
She's watching over me.
Grasping my hand,
She whispers, "please dear, count to ten."

Six... piercing paralysis,
Her hand cold as the air.
She lets go, leaving me there.
Alone, squirming, for just one prayer.

Yelling, and screaming.
Kicking, twisting, and questioning.
Nothing happens, its all in my head.
Frozen, welded to my metal...

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TWINFLAMES 

Obsidian oscillated into lava
     slid across syntactic streams
        tumbled thick greenwood thickets 
           impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
     ...

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No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards a warm arm
With an appetite for the emptiness that promises no harm

No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional depression
A primal S.O.S. from the barren prison of selfless expression
that...

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The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of  angry widows steadily   grow bitter 
The bosoms of weeping mothers  open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our shores.

Since I stepped off the Mayflower anticipated liberty
has painted a...

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The sea is always calling,
Reminding
Of its cold and salty waves
Calming, 
Soothing with the breeze,
Lightly sedating.

Until the waves start changing
With the wind storming,
Clouds thundering,
Before life strikes with lighting,
While the scene is not yet darkening
Leaving me detached, confusing,
I wish for the sea to remain calming -
Without its...

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The chorus, a cacophony, 
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I sell is death
in Deadwood.
Here come my gulls, scavengers,
teenage patrons ever...

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A single tear swerved the curve of cheek
dragging mascara behind like sorrow lingers
and heavy breath exhales 
as if they cost too much
she scrawls out words with 
ferocity and intent
weaving their magic to strangle his hold
to lift the weight…
to run while charging
and dive while flying away.

My...

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L	  E	   A	    K

                   And
	      you  fixed
        ...

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question?

In this perfect world of hatred!
Why is it that some races compete Supremacy
 tensions rise is hotter than fire
Well within all of this
Have them in the idea there's good and bad in the world
In resolution of an attitude of a conspiracy theory
In the matter of...

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You stand majestic, proud, glossy
Sometimes you boast graceful curves
That's when they call you Grand, or Baby Grand
To me, you're living and breathing
Full of emotion, comfort and understanding
My heart skips a beat when I see you!
When I'm in a bar, hotel or restaurant
Immediately my head and...

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(A somnambulistic drama in four acts)

Actors:

Jean-Paul Marat; 
Charles Barbarou;
Charlotte Corday;
1st Philosopher;
2nd Philosopher;
The Commentator’s Voice.

Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; 
Marat sits at the other, some distance away.

1st Philosopher 

…or even worse: “In the unbounded space,
the countless spheres glow and a dozen
of...

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What the flip was CeeLo Green
Doing on the X Factor looking keen?
In a dress of yellow and pink flowers 
With flaccid, psychedelic powers?

I felt as if I was back in the 60s,
Drifting high with the hippies,
I was sent to planet Zigzag,
In need of a sedating...

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You were my bottomless steady pursuing,
My constant race that effervesced taint,
The sea hound that ran cold down self-medication’s neck,
And drank the blazing deception until pain was numb.

I craved you, used you, 
I stole your social solution of satin stains,
And regretted my nauseating fraud of swift...

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i would like to 
be a perfect one to
be a Katherine the Great to 

be     able to 
w  a t ch the screen as i type but i am n ot
i am unable to watch what i type for fear...

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