Journey Language Poems

In the labyrinth of thought, where neurons weave,
A cosmic dance, where perceptions deceive.
Synaptic constellations in a quantum trance,
Reality's illusion, a cerebral dance.

Thoughts, elusive particles, in...

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In twilight's realm, where moonbeams entwine,
Two owls engaged in a contrast of minds:
A Great Horned Owl, proud and strong,
And a Great Gray Owl, cunning and...

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Discover your heart 
And you will see the heart in others 
The facades will fade 
And you will soon be reunited with faith 
Despite all...

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They spoke in a singular language
A language none but they could know
She with the moonlight in her eye
He with the hush of fallen snow

They moved...

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I tell you of a friend who's so fond of everything french
She didn't call her a frenchie when she saw one on a bench 

Her...

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Integrity
pursues a sacred polytheistic journey
conjoining interdependent life

While integrity's sacred potential
remains a still emergent re-memory
health-wealth salvific optimizing
transcendent engoddessing 
EarthTribal progressive 
nonpaternal process

Of wombs incubating 
co-passionate
eternally timeless
momentary...

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In the mirror of life, how we think, speak and write
paves a journey that's heavy or light
So we must become mindful of words every day
Then...

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Self-Inquiry..
"Not this..Not this"
That old-timey formula to find 
One's true self..then updated:
Not nothing..not everything
A viral communique..then
This news flash:
Not-even-nothing..not-even-everything..
All of these "Nots" left the self
Bruised but resilient..still...

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The earth moves in mysterious
circles – unseen the hand
of rotation; as seas and their
content pushed by tides
both great and small, even on
the calmest day, true...

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Help me find peace, oh poor soul
Help me find
Joy that never expire
When heat becomes cold
When days become old
I must find my "go"
So, help me lead...

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It is a dreadful burden to see
Life through the eyes of a poet

Rambling rivers become languorous heartbeats
Cloudless skies drawn as cerulean canvasses of god
Winter is...

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I ponder if I have said
most of what I have
to say; for no one seems 
to go on when lacking 
purpose – 

and true poets,
like...

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A Taoist Creation Narrative
begins with healthy win/win feel this
and sick unwealthy win/lose don't do that
too capitalistically patriarchal
Yang dominant

Including do not begin with YangGod Words alone
creating...

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Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2...

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My truck is almost full
of birds , that have risked
their last migration
for a journey to the planet mercury.
So fell from the sky 
a ton of...

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