Lensed Poems - Poems about Lensed

... "Phenomonology" time drips through the lens of philosophy phenomonology melts the solid realisation; was all that time spent inconsequential, the purpose of it all ......

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...Maybe I'll love you a lot later, Because I am still not over him either. Maybe I am so wrong to feel so drawn, Because I enjoy holding you until dawn. Maybe I'll need you in life later, Becaus......

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...Such immensity blazed in full arch overhead, sucks breath and seems to draw you upward as if gravity was lensed in its light, and there, lying beneath and looking up, you clutch the ground ......

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...silenced-eyes lend a ...a silent sigh... lent as silent-island stans sand......

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...Brooklyn Salt beef with onion sandwiches. Goat cheese made near the wailing wall The waiter is a scientist. Intelligent eyes behind thick-lensed glasses do not dare to leave a tip. Th......

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...Last half of Edward de Bono's Lateral Thinking Summary, pp. 298-300, with bicameral ecological supplements [informed by Gregory Bateson] in brackets: In ordinary traditional thinking we have devel......

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...What I care about and what I am working and even playing hard with is better understanding what and how we and Earth communicate to and with each other, regenerating mindbody health sometimes, ......

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...BLANK blank face blank stare blank wall blank fear white glare I disappear man at my back 100’s in my hair a 1000 peg legs I disappear receptions polite desk not all knives......

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...I FELT A TOUCH -------------------- It touched me soft As a brush strokes The hairs of my head Soothed, then smoothed To a straightened end A gentle, tranquil sensation I'd never once embraced Til......

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...Where the devils prevail ungraciously, And where the fire blazes unceremoniously, Hell shall be forever existent. Where anger highlights imperfection, And where imperfection be only anger, ......

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...I. I think on my shoes propped on a wooden writing desk, the leather synthetics, the soles, the wear, and the feet they protect - feet which take me here to there, and, again, to here and t......

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...The melon yellow sun, burns through the winter forest, backlighting it in shades of gray and mauve, causing retinal flashes; impeding the forward progress of traffic. Car headlights, string out......

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...In buttercup waves she paddles, On dove wings her kisses are Dandelion clock gossamer, sweet lipped Bee stings timidly tickle. On emerald lawn she wonders, Eyes azure, bright reflect, Memory ......

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