Long Dissects Poems

My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I...

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It was there
right there
on woodland's playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.

I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?

I am "It!"
or at least half...

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In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The...

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These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless minds
 Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one

This gluttony of ideas thirsting on capitalisms juice
Summoning their messiahs to...

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Disconnection dissects her dawdling brain; 
Isolated from the world around her she stands alone, 
A solitary tear bejeweling her translucent skin
She doesn’t reach up to brush it away
Instead she smiles, sadly, at the faces around...

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GOD: IS THE SOURCE OF THE PLANET AND THE COURSE
THE STRENGTH ABSORBED, CIRCULATED IS THE HARDEST FORCE
PROCEEDED THOUGHTS LIKE OCEAN AND RIVER FLOWS
TO REACH THE HEIGHT OF SUCCESS AND LIFE’S LOWS

KNOWLEDGE IS WISDOM SHEARED
AND...

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Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia
Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly
Through no choice of own approach it sloppily,
Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia-

As the diminishing dream on landscapes ensemble  
The probate illusion...

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Everybody wants to live for ever
They try very hard not to die
Their activities are so disastrous
They make Mother Nature cry

We attempt to engineer longevity
And delay the inevitable
Unable to bear the burden
Of a transient existence
We set...

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A Poem a Day
Seems an obtuse way
To bring blocked feelings out.

What can I say?
While alone,
Hidden away,
I seek meaningful rhymes to think about.

What is the plan here?
The mystery?
The Plot?
How does this mysterious game strategy work?

After all,...

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I resume being paused as my mind dissects the vernacular,
Is continuing to think, a symptom of strength?
I chuckle as I sit befuddled,
With a constant struggle between this or that...
Yes or maybe,
As a baby, knowledge of...

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B is for Buzzard under my hat,
my brain meaty and raw.
His talons cling like puppet strings.
His rabid teeth chew and gnaw.

Ye old Buzzard, nothing warm,
just a cold sentinel of death.
Not like the life-giving stork —
impervious...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel...

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Youth doesn't stop to question if love is true,
they're eager to ignite passion's flame.
For; the need to belong outweighs their fears,
a desire so strong it's hard to ignore.

Sweethearts blinded by the aura of love
shun all...

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Lips shovel flakes of words
mulling them into construction
like infants chanting “ABC”,
all monotone impeachments,
while emotional content
dissects and follows tangents
along ambit’s transgressions.

Syllables hung up in stirrups,
head-banging against anvils, 
hoping to be shaped into 
something worthy of a...

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Slide, barrel, firing
My life expiring

Carve peace into a bullet so its the last thing on my mind
'Cause what remains in the sky is our stars misaligned
The shrapnel from the meplat dissects my insides
My emotional integrity,...

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Belaboring visions so mundane,
a neurotic mind desperately dissects their simplicities
to the verge of lunacy.
Searching for answers to endless queries,
every banal image becomes an elaborate quest
as this thirst absorbs all rationality.
Frame after frame stored in limbo
until...

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A moment comes along when talk becomes a whisper and give starts to take.

The moment dissects you wanting to know if your mind is weak and your heart fake.


You get a sneak peak inside yourself,...

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Dead


Dead person does not harm 
Or love any one
Why people scare of them!
After death

Surgeon knows dead person 
Does not oppose
While dissects corpse

Difference between the dead
And slept is
One can speak
Another cannot.

All know this irony fact
Even cannot...

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Seasons come 
And seasons go
In all of the above
Her colours flow
 
Just like pages
In a book
What the seasons bring
Are worth a look
 
Spring brings life
In many ways
The sun radiates
From warm awesome rays
 
The summer oozes
With...

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She's in the mood
But everyone is playing
She'd play too if she could
But she's just praying
For someone to listen
To a concert of words
She plucks like chords
A harmony when written,
As she conducts her pen
Like a scalpel she...

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