Long Decompression Poems

This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or a curse
Without confidence we stand degraded, disenchanted, alone
while with too...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my spinal decompression surgery 
And hopefully it would put an end...

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Decompression like amphetamine retrievals,
 you dive into a sacred pool littered with ritual remain.
This is no cancellation of your vows,
 this is no redemption for your sins.
Nor is this a place you go to without...

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Father’s toes are steel-capped,
Rough, worn-out leather, a layer
Of thick polish that cracks 
With each bend, each step.

His feet carry a child’s weight,
A bundle of laughter and bouncing curls
Balanced at his ankles, shuffling
Across outdated carpeted floors.

A...

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* This poem was inspired by Alexa Brus and I want to dedicate it to her.  Thank you 
for the inspirational photos, Alexa.  Love you, Carolyn



day-to-day anxieties require decompression
miraculous healing powers await
courtesy of...

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Buddha teaches the value of meditation
   and that intuition is renown to creation.
      For we are all but reflection’s notation,
        ...

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I hope someday
when I have gone
and you’ve kept on your way
Every once in awhile
those lips wear a smile
for the days we loved away

All of the best
little things of our life
That’s what I’m hoping for you
In...

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Trapped in my own recession
I transfer from my aggression
To get out of this oppression
I may need another session
One day I shall get possession
And even get out of this suppression
You may fix me with recompression
I can...

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Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck

Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of anguish and hate

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Little does it matter for our pain and...

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The absence of love plays on my mind,
I search within, but love, I cannot find.

Another wasted day, just frittered away.
Can't bring myself to see, it's all because of me!

Dark clouds are moving in, my soul's...

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