Long Disorganised Poems

And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs                        ...

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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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I am not perfect I am not a saint 
I have my vices my loves my hates

I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity 
I can admit to this quite openly 

I cry at...

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I'm the roving reporter on the move again
(despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst they are in...

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2 puberty's
physical
mental
several years before your midlife crisis
about the time you will realise
criminals
dealing drugs and death
would make more money stealing art supplies
the psychology of swears
they wear on their sleeves
eventually demand a life lesson to be learned

the...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over...

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slipping sideways
cant think straight
blind date confiscated
see through side view
in the trees 
the whispering breeze
thoughts slipping away this way

The morning the rooster screams us awake
cant speak my language
new wave gobblede gook
you will never see through
just hope...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from...

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like a suggestion to obsess
of a gap commercial experience
leaving me walking in circles
unable to stop telling lies
the fight or flight keeps me here
underneath this hypnosis
you work to keep pure
failed attempts to do the right thing
leaves...

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       Series of scattered suffused sufferings
         sprouting from shocks, stress and strain 
        ...

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Inspire me.... 
Even as I attempt this 
Iambic nonsense 
How can silence, 
Emanate from chaos:
It's direct opposite? 
A pure contradiction of concept...


Crashing, cascading....... 
In a metaphoric ambiance of emotions, 
Anger infused like an avalanche of...

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Diagnosis
another two edged sword
Here we go
some other pill to swallow
choke it down and see

Will this one leave me blowing me nose in my hand
or crying for days on end on the floor?
What about the mysterious...

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My inside out friends

Let me tell you about the days I meet
My inside out friends such a treat.
Usually they mingled inside of my head,
With lots to say now a bit more is said.
I've been topsy-turvy...

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How can one once so familiar become so strange? 
The ease and flow of conversation, so stilted? 
Awkward even.  Our 'in-commonness' a rarity? 
Our connectedness disconnected? 

The once passionate embrace a tentative touch: 
a...

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“By Design”

By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields 
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives 
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and...

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Imagery

Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.

I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like
As my awareness came into the light
Those paintings seemed more...

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One page of the dictionary is worst of all, 
Every word typed on it is bad.
The words on this page are totally outrageous, 
Leaves us bitter; all hurt, vexed and mad.

The words are disgusting, totally...

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Don’t cultivate result,
Cease to exist
Though for a while,
And they’ll love you,
They’ll buy you expensive,
They’ll cry to beget you,
Because you ain’t anything
But a toy.

Bosses who crave crosses
To crucify all competing creativity,
On their records is none alive
A...

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