Confusion Green Poems

I feel enraged
Stuck in this cage
The Black dog beside me
The pushing down
My mask isn't working 
I manage to frown

When I'm out on a social.
I afix...

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I hate my green-eyes sometimes,
They’ll just glare at you and blame you for everything I do.
Why?

Love shouldn’t be this cold,
one wrong move and you’re gone...

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They've taken it away,
those officers.
There on the green it had remained
for several days,
giving off a strangeness of sorts,
strangeness, of course.

Yes, this kind of thing
happens from...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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Perhaps it was the leaves turning green.
Or, was it heather-blue skies above?
May have been sunset choosing between
ruffling red or apricot clouds with love.

It could have...

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I feel like I am stuck
and can't be freed.
I feel like I am stuck 
and full of envy.
I don't love you anymore,
or so I trick...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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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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In the post I received some seeds
Now planted, I've done the deed
In a few weeks they did grow
Blimey they ain't very slow
They're now as tall...

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I remain unsure
of how to reliably
robustly
resonantly
resiliently
and yet autonomously distinguish
between contemplative leisure
and contempt provoking laziness.

I remain unsure
why Eastern metaphysicians,
spiritual/natural nondualistic teachers
continue to describe
ego as not only...

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Thinking about enthusiasm, I can not stop myself from writing about two things!
Two different 'subjects'! 
Still trying to connect!


When two ladies……...
Whose husbands work with the...

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EMERALD BEAUTY

    Mother Earth under cerulean sky
    dressed in green foliage with lush verdure,
    leafy vegetation...

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Onion is crying
For-itself
Without peeling
Without cutting
Only sitting 
On the shelf
Prices to soar
Without uproar
Maximum this year
Minimum next year
Unable to know
Why prices grow?
Sometimes to throw
Sometimes to borrow
So much...

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I do not know what came over me
To find myself back in this hole
To change my views so suddenly
Craving the feeling to fall

I do not...

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SHE SPOKE OF HER LOVERS WIFE
SHE IN OPPOSITION TO HER
THOUGHT
OF ONLY HERSELF
THAT SHE HAD COAXED HIM FROM HER AND ALL
BEFORE HER WAS HERS.
COMPLETE BY BEING...

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