Conscripting Poems - Poems about Conscripting

...Conscripting my dreams attacking my doubts Each wish is a soldier whose loyalty shouts Enlisting new feelings with hope as my guide A liege to the future — where time will abide (Dr......

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...Religion is the death of God conscripting Him away Cloaked in false propriety enlightenment at bay Religion is the death of God scriptures to mislead All piety a false disguise wors......

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...Is there something unwanted or even decried that lives in the bottom of all you’ve despised to weep when you’re happy the prefect of tears confusing the moment defying the years its magic con......

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...Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane, Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness, Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man. ......

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...Politics governs our temporal lives Religion conscripting eternity’s prize Together they’ve killed more than famine and war A plague that still haunts us —to shun and deplore (Villano......

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...Dying the slow death of political infection, it hides within our words As we try to run, and try to hide, its plague a constant scourge Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts, all free......

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...Ours was daily mysterious, sometimes near mystical, rapture; a sensual yet platonic dorm-mate love affair, within the only male grad student corridor at SFSU. He was the presumably straight......

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...Who is Creator to you? Are you made in God/Goddess image or is your Creator made through your best self-image? Embedded, incarnating, co-incarnating, co-incidental organic-harmonic phenomena o......

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...What is it in knowing you that makes my awareness come alive . My thoughts of you are ever present . You lead me to consider , good and evil , life and death to see more clearly our own minuteness......

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...Just this morning, my pen pile And drifted into slumber I saw shadows and shame And, Babies in the pool of tears As, Anarchy crawled in the wombs of his gun Blood stooped and stumbled In bet......

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