Fear Games Poems

"Lee, you awake?"
Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?"
Nowhere, my call? Fold.
Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long,
Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever...

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Mind Games
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Pack away the day
Lay back lay back
Park..
It is nightime
Wait the exit wounds
Here comes the game's
To mock and bother
And the mind 
Beguiles you as...

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The clinking toward an adventure.
The door latch of an old manor
to enter an obscure maze
and defy the legend.
A basement with tombs
and oubliettes.
And a dart
to meet
death.
...

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Desertion is a way o' death
That language of darkness loop
 the babe of Seth
Sparked within confines o' wood
Coffins of Being misunderstood
Expression became a way of...

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Systemic trauma
may be a more inclusive
and challenging
way of saying:

Systemic racism, homophobia, sexism, ableism, discrimination, prejudice, bigotry,
avoiding fear
then anger aggressively approaching
fear avoiding...
unspiraling anti-communication systems
of trauma,
StraightWhiteMale privileged
drama.

Systemic...

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I think of those legions who would suffer,
those people who have had lots less than me.
You think your life couldn't be tougher
until through their eyes,...

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The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller


 

White glistening soft...

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If I didn't smile so much
Invisible I would have stayed
Instead, he chose me to be
A pawn in the game he played
 
If I wasn't as...

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Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
 Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
  Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my...

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My muse is like a carnival,
a celebration of kaleidoscope colors,
a dazzling display of light and sound.
Circling slowly until I feel dizzy.
	Will I crumple and fall?

A...

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What do you see from dot to dot,                 ...

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Not an occasion for the
Queasy or fainthearted
But the start of a journey
Into waters uncharted
Not an element of skill
Just a game of luck and chance
To throw...

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We are nearly all macro-economic capitalists
Yet micro-economic cooperativists
with those we trust

S/he said
while burning up
and out.

Yet,
a Patriarchal Capitalist
has also fully monopolized
his LeftBrain lessons
and monotheistic idolizing faith
in...

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When the Special Olympics roll around. 
Otis hears the call and the whistle sound. 
Whether the games are winter or summer. 
We bring the fun...

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No one can tell
If it will end well
If anyone knows
It would be a nose
That has never been 
A humanly made being 

The blues fear
Red devil...

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