Philosophy Immigration Poems

In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at...

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Some joke about the Lord's prayer taught to disciples in Matthew 6: 9-13 -

"GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD"- We trust God for heaven,...

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Deep in coiled chambered hearts 
mortal designs conspire 
in arcane chamber hearts
pump isometric drugs 
the cathode ray desires
as electric images expire 
what are the strange...

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I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt.
I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers.

I pull the power of raw nature. 
I...

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Seeing you in the soft blue 
looking for the outline 
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette 
Watching your passing sigh 
Knowing your shadows of soft...

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Dust
Ashes to ashes
Read as rust fine 
in dust the centuries are lost 
Tomes of history lie in disarray
far away from the terrors of the day...

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What a work is man 
between his heart and hand 
gives birth to creations art 
imagery cast around like pages 
torn from young gods grimoire
Drifting...

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Ghosts in Gray Rains.
All along the rain swept street
Crowed With Ghosts of Lost Sovereign thoughts.
Shadows are carved hard, 
sharp by
Neon Bars. 
My mind wanders in...

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walking down a one-way path 
straight with the moon over one shoulder 
following the tracks 
as they lead into the horizon 
following the faded imagery...

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cold stars shown down
deep into the outer voids 
night skies
drifting dreams
keep shifting across 
desolate planes 
distant dark rains 
gather the insane 
drifting down 
light flickers...

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Welcome?

Send me your tired and poor
Says the lady with the lamp
A symbolic marker
Of where to come camp

Come to the land of the free
We have much...

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I see on the news that some wish
not to teach their children English,
and this, to me, makes little sense,
makes me wonder about the parents.
Why, if...

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Once there was an end of the war in sight,
they built their John Steinbeck ship,
hoisted the Ayn Rand flag
and sailed to the promised land.

Upon the...

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Sprouting life, a squeezed flesh ball enters to human race

Opening the tiny sparkling eyes, it glares, then cries

Mortals arrive as the temporize of Lord’s will

He...

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Don’t look at me
As though I am an alien or a stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy
Fly out of your eyes.

I am your neighbor.

Don’t call...

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