Concretes Poems - Poems about Concretes

...Let's understand that Love is not invented... It is ready... Words are not what concretes It to be... It is the essence that is not seen... Love does not follow rules, it is an anarchist by ......

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...Roads Roads of concretes Roads of tar and mortars takes Us all around......

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...My underactive mind takes my ideas swiftly away from us, Kicking them in mean ways into corners, under redundant debris. But wait I say, protesting It does no good; my status quo mind is done. ......

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...The truth is there but hidden from the concretes. The metaphors resounding in the path of elephants Drowned out by thinkers who do not connect the swirls With the dendrites they could have grown h......

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...OH THE TIRING DAY ~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, the tiring day! Hiding shame, seeks darkness. Blemishes grey, not gone, blended sadness! Darkness hiding secrets, evil and good. Handprints i......

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...Money o lovey Money It's been talked about somewhere It's been made elsewhere Some worry about it Others cry over it While those who have much of it Lavish and hide some in concretes So......

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...I ) ( ¤ …shh bashit cashit dishit dashit no tp bushit hushit gashit hashit lashit sashit wishit would come now pushit pushit some more ......

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...The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance Streaming with incresent colours towards life Infinite within its parhelion possibilities Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides Whereupon......

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...The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance Streaming with incresent colours towards life Infinite within its parhelion possibilities Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides Whereupon all......

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...The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance Streaming with incresent colours towards life Infinite within its parhelion possibilities Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides W......

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...The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance Streaming with incresent colours towards life Infinite within its parhelion possibilities Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides W......

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...Homeless in The Sun And still the concrete shells march Stomp across the wastelands With empty shuttered windows Reflecting landscapes torn apart Still the scab swells in its white washed ......

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...Trapped within this cage of flesh, a sparrow A soul, always longing to flee its confines, to soar so free Born, tied to its walls of mephitic truths; but unwilling These eyes that burn, unti......

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