Best Staled Poems

Sophie's sweat 
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles 
from a Sickroom -
a death ward

where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords 
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath 
marquis de sade stumps

Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s...

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Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when 
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly 
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.

Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes 
are hardly friendly.
I proudly bawl when no one 
can see me bow my head
amongst the company of
irreverent observers.

At rest
with this...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
 Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked...

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Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my...

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I well remember that night 
The night I died
The sky was pouring 
On the reflections of the dancing street lights I stomped

 I was cold and scared 
 I could sense the ghosts chasing me on the demolished walls
 I dashed but then a blast...

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The First Time

A brooding forest illuminated by a wishful recitation, 
Errantly proffered, for woodland creature's, to savor, 
A humble soul, who is slow in the course of courting, 
A supportive procedure, of airy words to practice by.

Nimble eyes brashly grazed the overworn paper,
Promising to thoughts...

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ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES

Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes 
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.

Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay...

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Never learned right from wrong
Didn’t belong to anyone
Mainly dejected man
Life was a last stand
Couldn’t afford to lose
Might as well hang his noose
Didn’t take free rides
Little joy big pride
Impossible to fail
Even when hope staled
Always fought to survive
Never sought to thrive
Enwrapped in dissatisfaction
No encumbered actions
Impeccable heart and...

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Glorious world with sacrilegious act.
Untamed people with staled facts.
Courageous ones are dismantled for instance,
Fictional ones are too fiction to rant.
Vigorous thoughts following with stance.
Humorous ones are hard to track.
Smart ones are too much for a glance.
Cynical ones, they never last.
Forecasting weather with a chance.
Hoping for...

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Fresh Skin

With my shadows and ALL
FRESH SKIN




I will need a steed of a horse and a whip.
‘cause we will be riding in the parade throughout
8:00am tomorrow. If I’m wrong though and you 
wanted me to not see my shadow, then I wanted skin

Bright lights are...

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If something is stale 
It's an amount of tale 
As bitter as an ale 
That ruins the unit of life 
As it is becoming restale 

Younger age' s agility 
When turning to fragility 
One is termed as stale 
As the stale tale ale 
Accumulated, effects...

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The air
 

When it pours, I dissolve.
During heat, I resolve.
I’m more amongst greens.
I’m there in every scene.
The coolest, never on rest.
In motion, with no emotion.
Neither fixed destination.
Unstoppable I flow,
I flow, I flow.

 

I peep in through the ventilations,
a part of me, I drop in there.
I...

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you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
you scramble it, squeeze it out
sometimes say it out loud but
you still fail to convey,...
you know the rules, abide the rules
you are ruled by those rules,
you don't tolerate, breaking those rules...

you don't even know the meaning, yet...

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It is such a grotesque situation
I can’t verbally match how I feel
Seems I’m staled in a dissociation 
I can’t say what I want to reveal
If I could get some help, I’d be glad
But there isn’t a sign, so I’m worried
Cause it looks like I’m back...

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