Hope Howl Poems

In the depths of her soul, she's yearning for touch,
In a void of despair, where emotions are crushed.
Once her fortress, her solace, her knight,
Now distant,...

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I blundered …

through the dark forest -
I knew where I was headed
though I’d lost the trail many hours hence
but darkness had now fallen
and my face...

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Lost believers of the 1960's,
  Marching to the beat of hope and love,
  Occasionally on drugs!
  Finding friends along the way,
 ...

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Oh, say can you see,
  All the dead by the sea?
  What so proudly we hailed,
  Now we put them in jail!
...

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We live within a lifeless metropolis,
Where corporations prance in the stream of time,
Their gaping mouths reciting shallow verse,
While Freedom’s statue weeps in lonely midnight.

Gargantuan flags...

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i sit in this hot shower and my bones feel cold. my brown hair is falling out as i wash my legs on this floor...

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Our Id is our menace to society
Our Ego balances our poison
Our Supergo is our antidote
Maslow created the hierarchy
Erikson set the stages
Rogers breathed self actualization
Skinner tried...

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Winters night
Here we sit on a cold winters night
The fire burns bright 
we watched as the flames dance 
create illusions of life
Secret dreams and Demons...

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into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns 
And ancient bloodstains 
and lost history of scars 
we wander the borderlands 
between the weakening dreams 
and cities a...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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I see my brothers exchanging their sadness for accusation
I try to cry but my bitterness eclipses my tears
The love I feel is filtered through lenses...

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I DREAM OF LIGHTING DANCING IN A RED SKY.
BLACK CLOUDS
ACID RAIN
THE EARTH SWEEPS BEFORE ME
HORIZONS OF SILENT DESOLATIONS
A CHASM OF GREAT VOLUME BREAKS 
BEFORE MY...

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Never a foe, life made you so.
Gazed at me from head to toe
as darkness sees light through the Owl.
Your nature is a rhetorical "how".
I sort...

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I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals

Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor...

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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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