Long Concussions Poems

Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK! He cursed her for all his lost dreams…
WHACK! For missed...

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Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind...

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#BadAzKillR

he squeezed gently
pinching the lever once again
and felt the intense power being let
loose travel up his arm …
whiffs of sulfur smoke acting like a
drug on his sinuses
eyes widening with a surge
of pure adrenaline -
loud concussions...

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Christ Crucified. 
 
The Cross 
 They took him from the crowd apart and nailed HIM both hands and feet unto the 
instrument of torture the...

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The True Form of Life
Life: A timeless adventure from beginning to end.Beginning as  an infant with no worries or secrets,To an elderly senior with desires to live and explore, More than it’s given time.Seeing the great...

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Some girls are so beautiful
Some girls are so sweet
Some girls have magic
From their head to their feet

Some girls like lots of money
Some girls like the glam and fame
Some girls will take a cold heart
And set...

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Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on the wicked witches thighs.
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's...

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Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness...

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Feel the winds of change, dear friend,
They are a blowing.
Brethren beneath a common cause,
Kindred spirits, gather united.
To stand tall against opposing 
Factions,
Yet we remain strong survivors,
Of justice and right.
Adversity challenges indifference, 
It is so written...

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Oh, watch the people of the pen work! The writer has picked it up, inspired and ready to 
write the next great novel! 

The little people rush to the gears to make sure the ink...

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A constant dream of a separate reality where you are in a high
The world is at your feet and you feel like you can fly
The pressures of a pleasure that you never want to lose
A...

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Miles....cross rivers oceans and seas
mankind bleeds
our own....caught up
placed in bodybags
 " somebody is overlooking us "
tears flooding our streets
screams echoing
 " That's Enough "
 " somebody is overlooking us "
Abomination, destruction, poverty
madness leaking into our...

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A walk in the rain

I took a walk in the rain today.
Looked down at wet pavement under my feet.
Not wanting to slip and fall.
Two concussions in a year was too much for me.
A brain bleed...

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How Do You Feel?

I don’t feel great on any given day,
 I know that’s not a too great thing to say,
but were you in my shoes, you’d understand, I’m sure
because I’m cursed with something for...

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Sing, sing my soul
floods of turmoil and whirlpool lyrics.
Spill, spill the concussions that make me ill
emotions entangled, woven badly strings sticking.
Terribly moving turning roughly, screaming loudly
for attention to attend to tears tearing a heart bleeding.
Crimson...

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Bed.
Bedlam.
Bethlehem.
Chronic traumatic encephalopathy:
Something with football and clandestine
Conferences, like political campaigns.
Suicides just outside the bride's bridal shower,
Because of a concussion?
Numerous concussions? In London?
Perhaps it was rugby.
Poor groom, with blood across his tuxedo.
Poor bride, reeling at the...

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Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.

How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching...

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Dear football although the thrill of you brings me joy 

I find it a struggle to be a normal boy

The repeated hits to the head have left me struggling to think 

Even looking at the...

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