Best Unconscious Poems

Welcome to my ----- life
A beautifully broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
   ...

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 My cherished one...

Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper

in the silence of my room.

The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill 

help me to remember,...

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A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness 
through...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is...

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AWAKE  ~ IN and OUT ~

Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will...

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A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils 
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality

Crawling underneath a thin veil...

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My sister says
               my father was a good man --
but, how...

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I’ve distanced myself
I didn’t mean to
Didn’t set out to do it
An unconscious act of the mind 
For self preservation

My visits went to once a week
Sunday...

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In my arms secure I delicately brush back your hair,
Touch your skin almost imperceptibly  
Your eyes vanish into mine.
I feel miraculously lost in your splendor...

but...

it...

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Living Truth

Ancient guides of venerated truth
Stumble through numb spiritual graveyards
Where truth casts its shadow in chiseled words,
A signature of affection,
On moss bathed alabaster stones that...

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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal...

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It was December Christmas eve, and it was snowing outside
Kids were making snowmen and some boys had made a slide 
Our eight year old daughter...

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There lies my heart,
          Quite ragged, torn -
        ...

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During a bad storm one night I turned on my television
Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision
I went outside and saw the aerial...

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i wanted it...my God i wanted it

...but how do you do that...

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