Mystery Crazy Poems

I can't believe I thought that.
Where did it even come from, oh god I feel like a rat.
I mean it just came out of nowhere
Waiting...

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In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil,
snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum...

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upon meditation when outside
suggested happenings it knew I 
would not like, sun-filled spring
afternoons piled up like books
stacked upon books, teetering,
then after attempts, the room 
went...

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Serious is mysterious to me
    I'd rather be delirious

  For when you are too serious
    you might become...

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Reading fun books all day
Renews life with a smile
Romance-tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Running book down my lap
Read pages into life
Red hot dreams are in sight...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,...

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If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?

The herd that thinks...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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I see a forgotten house. 
I hear the cry of a rook. 
I feel the moonbeams in a still Brook.
I know the coming wind rising...

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A house on Thriller Blvd
It was empty
It looked haunted
I wasn’t sure if I should step in or stay out
My mind went on caution
Yet curious
As I...

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Take this pizza to Madura
                    ...

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My life is a mystery,
I want to create a history;
But it may be a tragedy,
So I want to find a strategy....

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It's eight o'clock on a monday morning,
I'm wrestling with a tissue box - it a mystery,
the guys who make these must have macabre humour,
no machine,...

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