Nostalgia Corruption Poems

Overnight, the landscape has
More color and yet less
How’d I fall asleep on the East Coast
And wake up in the West?

Everybody is tattooed
Everybody is tattooed 
Uh-oh!...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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This chilly morning in Hartford 
Ensconced in the ambiance of
Freedom in God’s own country 
I woke up with a start
Lost  in the labyrinth of...

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In Arkham Asylum the twisted reside
Who killed as they willed for the thrill of the ride
The ones who resisted, who put up a fight
Were nearly...

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Pirates Remember

In the days of old, 
the ships were bold, 
and went anywhere they pleased. 
They were men, 
hard men, real men...
released from the burdens...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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From the pages of a strangers life
I note how the seas are searene
Coming upon the Gas Stations glowing lights 
There in the distance it sits...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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If I could just tell of the cruel it'd hit,
instead of outbursts that fail to grip,
would heads really grasp... is it all gossip?
Forgotten history and...

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Prometheus

The legendary story is still alive as stupendous force,
the fire of the Gods the caring metaphor as source.
The warmth of concern on which strength depends,
forsaken...

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