Long Disorientation Poems

Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.

I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored...

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Note:

Dear Chris,

I could go into souls as mindbody identities with interdependently co-arising individuation, also known as living, and incarnation, but my gut says to go to your 4-soul prototype that has been useful in your...

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DISORIENTATION 

                
              Me always disoriented both...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and eyes furious
it seems to me that she is detetmined to...

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In a sudden, I felt immerse with a power beyond my understanding
Awash with a newfound strength I might hope in rendering
In the meantime, shadows from the piled skeletons around were coming to life
And from the...

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I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to...

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You have raided my night again,
as the burst of a sudden storm,
sneaking into my loneliness,
at the most unexpected hour,
plunging me into swirls of pain
too deep for expression,
leaving me in utter disorientation.

I now drift aimless with...

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Photons of Life

For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself
For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe
They brought light to the darkest realms, casting...

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And then the blunders of the past merged into serenity. Tranquility 
ensued where wild storms had been raging.‘Safe travels’, they whispered 
‘now you’re prepared and able to let go.’ The past became a beacon and...

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Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.

When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.

Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your...

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“Boys will be girls,
and girls will be boys”

Utter false parenting
The power of impotent suggestion
by the ignorant immature

God made the male and the female;
and at birth,
it’s womb evident navel plain to tell

Gomorrah girls will be Bela...

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Deep in dust
Lost in the swam
Drawn by the heavy wind
Crushed by the sun
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?
Molded and melted in the truck of hope
And crying to be...

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With the cross purposes of taking up the slack of my composition and by the way taking some snacks as well, I dragged my feet into the Mc Donald restaurant and randomly picked a seat...

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I’m racing down flights of stairs.
More and more of them appear
as I search for something recognizable.
I run back up them 
and then to the opposite side of the building.
The room I want – wasn’t it...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in 
vermilion...

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The devil worshippers' son, Albert Simmons,
the Image comic made him antihero Spawn,
became in the CIA a high-ranking officer, 
and turned into a competent and cruel killer.

The ace conspirator Strinson succeeded
to burn him to death as...

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Alex is not an ordinary woman
troubled with depression and autism
struggling with transgender identity
she lives in her own world
a bubble of disorientation and discomfort
unable to reach out to others
when pain gets unbearable
and as days and insomniac...

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Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
	that don’t say

Upper chamber veiled deceit — 
A wizard wand wave
in the Sistine Chapel cache cave

Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocence
sacrificed on the sunken altar
			    ...

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My distant spirit is dying, 
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered. 

In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation. 

Abandoned in an...

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Poetry to me is a very beautiful thing, 
It’s about your identity and community, 
About friends, family and kind feeling, 
And it’s about how you place in society. 

It reflects upon your sexual partners, 
References...

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Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen 
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles

Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
  casting illuminous entities into otherwise
darker turf
  Blanket tangles limbs...

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At times, I let disorientation-exercise to be on the loose
Allowing mind toward relaxation-muse 
Imagining bursting colors of varied hues
Creating designs from beauty-clues
Brightly transforming frustration blues.

Awesome kaleidoscopic moment
Grasped me in radiant engagement
Beholding varied wonderment
Bringing joyous amazement
Midst...

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I'm standing on a crossroad.
And there's a storm coming.
The sand I'm standing on, will not stand the rain.
And when right and left stopped being directions,
I find that turning around is not an option.
I cannot go...

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