Best Unprocessed Poems

Own emotional wounds
                                Waiting for a seed to germinate
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These events,
Gentle cataclysms,
Sweet, soft earthquakes,
Spasm on wet sand 
And smoky panes
With tremors;
Seismic finger paintings
In dust and condensation,
Illicit pictures,
Despairing wordplay.

When you are gone
I will mourn
As if death
Has claimed you,
Packed you in a box
In the ground;
The earth around
My heart
Weighs dense and heavy,
Compacting forbidden love
In worms and clay.

I...

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Indistinct, they circumnavigate in the raw ~ 
they’re thoughts unprocessed and unpolished
ethereal and feral, nothing more than impulses really 

If it were up to me, I might drown in that sea of ambiguity
and forego all communication with the outside world
forever content staying confined to my...

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Step Forward McCarthy vs. Hellman 

What is this The Digital Crucible of Truth?

On a stage of scrutiny,  
          titans c l a s h—  
McCarthy's words, a web of accusations  
S l i...

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You had access to all the world’s resources,
Over nature, you had sway;
With newly acquired prosperity,
You had your own way;
Of green forests – industrial land acquisition;
Of all good sense – contraception,
Upon us, you have brought the apocalypse!
You rode gas guzzling cars,
Burned oil barrel after barrel;
Didn’t care...

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I have a heart not pumping not feeling
It hangs on my chest serving no purpose
I want it to hurt but it got nothing
Dried all up of life's forgotten repose.

I am soaked in decades unprocessed truth
Forever trapped in perfect preserved corpse
Without preview of underlying roots
Of how...

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“Manuscript” 


activating pulse frequency
shifting unseen 
the new heards

in numbers 
multitudes tagged
now seen 

steered to better light fields of green
empowered consciousness electric, 
new songs for sown ancient seeds

planted deep, the hidden, 
washed in warmer energy,
unsung light codes now opening 

plough the 
tears for grief,
truth’s release

the supernature...

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I have heard prayers of others that, not only could  I not pray, but what I heard made me squirm.  These are dear and good people, and I feel that their hearts are in the proper place with the Lord.  Notwithstanding, ...

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Cody Road, Cody Road I miss you Cody Road.
You were the road as a child that took me to my grandma's house.
You were the path in Mobile Terrace, Mobile Alabama that I love.
We played in your rich. red clay of your pure unprocessed state,
when it...

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EMOTIONS

emotions:
Universal language of
The subconscious,
Unprocessed feelings of
Inner self

Your thunderous silence 
Supersedes any utterance
The conscious can offer 
Bringing thus understanding
To the hearts and minds of
Men  
 
Blessed is the one who the
Plethora of your expressions
Can master 
Be he a learned man or a
Layman
For the truth hidden...

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The innocent minds that grew up
the hurt that forced us
the effortless smile that appealed through,
quiet nights with breakthrough’s.

The fears overcame covered in love
the ending pain is bombarded often
the rope of hope keeps corroding 
the other side of deep end is always waiting.

As the days in...

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Let us be….

Let us be cast by winds 
holding on to nothing but each other’s company  
swaying this way and that, 
displaying our fragile brittle states,
seasonal winds lashing us up and down,
sun baking our skin, and rain stirring our moods 
waiting for the weather...

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Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.

See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the face of 
of earth* bound creatures eyes.

Dawn reforms the listless...

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In the quiet slipstream of night,  
where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke,  
some dismiss dreams as mere echoes—  
brain farts, they jest,  
leftover gas from our wakeful hours.

But dreams stretch beyond the scraps  
of unprocessed thoughts and muted emotions....

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For as long as I can remember 
I played the peacemaker role
Depend on me as the glue guy
As I try to keep things in control

Don't worry I won't rock the boat
Will keep things safe and stable 
Neatly buttoned up at all times
Sure let's just go...

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