Long Condensate Poems

"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, 
she be more precious than...

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The shadows of separation fall upon us and the demons  come to dance with 
fire around love.
Driving the wedge of disobedience so deep between us.
 Disgust has placed its self upon us as we...

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I sit under a faded cotton awning;
its once bright, now ragged stripes
fluttering in the lazy salty breeze.
A breeze that's stirring up the sea,
so that the midday sun reflects
off it like a million shattered mirrors.
I feel...

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y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed. 
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the 
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given 
by describing...

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Floating adrift, my body is a bouyant blunder,
An effervescent shell as I transpire from it in evaporation.
I fail to condensate and descend back under,
Unbound by gravity's grip of precipitation.

My corpus is strapped to the seafloor;
I...

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PERSONAL TURMOIL BY DE’KARI
 
I’m this way, that way. Up, down. Lost, Found
Soul tormented, screams tremendous, listen!.... No sound
I am what I’ve always been, confusion and chaos
No sleep, nor dreams, it seems that I’m lost
I’m...

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Deep into the mist, fog entails all gray
The trinkets of hair pieces has my day
Opens her relevant hands that fist
Fog entails all gray, deep into the mist

Lamppost dimly lights with an amber glow
Never a hostile...

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I ‘standeth’ in awe
It warms by day, yet cools at night
Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground
N-o-w evaporate
As though still, but invisible
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Water vapour now a
Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water...

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There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water...

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in the language of a cumulative push -
steam-roars,  boom, boom, boom
 in the belly of the beast, crimson-teeth 
rip-fire into-iron-flesh

b u b b l e s roll, 
under-understood, 
thunder-in down the pipe, 
bellowing with...

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Desert Morning

A stiff little north breeze, still cold from the night, shoves warm condensate into my fists and face from my coffee.
It was good to assemble that coffee.
Then a little weed.
A beautiful new morning sun...

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All I wanted to say was…
and then like frost upon moonlit logs
thrown upon a winter fire,
the words melted in my mind,
evaporated on my tongue,
vapour in the night.

All I wanted to say was…
and as condensate on...

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The mountain is now made up of hands
the meek huddle under the shelter of the moon
an effected lake brings snow too soon
staring across the mountain sands
I trust the ache in my gut to be righteous
sweat...

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I'm on top of the world looking in
But in the heavens it's no wind
I sit an meditate 
While my soul gravitates
Million thoughts an a billion heartaches 
My mind an heart communicates
Heart boiling with fire that...

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