Long Existentialist Poems

Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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"The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns"



Reversing roll calls
the Anti-Hero 
jumps through 
burning hoops
instinctively

bathed in the magnum glow
designed to fire cartridges
with a kick like a field gun
a bloody victory 
is eventually won

lacking conventionality
novel and picaresque
placing bad...

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‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
                          ...

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We are people of plan and of purpose, not cargo or merchandise for commerce and trade. We were not born in the wrong place at the wrong  time, nor were we made in China...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking...

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Open Closed





 Open letter addressed by me to myself as  

               as though I am in any way complicit in...

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It is like a drunk
or addict reaching that 'so called' stopping off point. That point
where one can't imagine life with or without the fix. Writing is like that.
Obsessive, progressive, addictive. A fix. Scribes need it...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee...

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The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty, an average girl, born in Chicago.
I went to school...

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What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in...

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Absurdity, chaos, 
strife:
The poet chooses 
virtuous reality.

Sisyphus, a 
titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea:
The thinker roughed by sand 
a solitary tree in a barren desert 
defies absurdity

by seeking meaning in the absurd.

Authenticity, 
vision, conformity,...

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Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity. 
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity. 
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.

Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My...

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That's a long way from sighing freely
just one calm brushstroke
wrapped in a sea of tranquility
to suit phantom clustering to occur

         soundless groans of despair
         permeate deeply below
     ...

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In this vast world, alone, I wonder astray
Yearning for meaning every single day
In desperation, often times I  look at the sky
Pleading God for a sign as every day passes by

People killing each other in...

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A latent state of energy

Combined with spirituality

Combined can set us existentially free

From this twisted deluded false reality

Where hate and envy rules supreme

And racist, xenophobic, jealousy are held up as piously

As the glorious genocidal warmongering regimes

A...

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my voice may not be loud
I may not stand out in the crowd
not game changer
but a strange stranger
that's me

others have a louder roar
other wings, a higher soar

but, listen...there's more

epic doesn't negate my tale
Nor does fame...

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I’m …

(thus told)
oft’ purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain 
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s...

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there is no going back the innocence is gone
life as we knew it will never be the same
scarred from fear and loss of loved ones
shaken to our core that we are not invincible
inhabitants of the...

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I’m …

(thus told)
oft’ purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain 
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s...

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told, I’m …
purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain 
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s bitter...

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This is no illusion,
Time is never still.
If you were blind before,
What hope can the future bring now?

In this time of loneliness,
There is nothing but segregation.
Nothing more than the existentialist,
What hope can the future bring now?

Now...

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If we were trees, there would be no wars,
but silence in the forest.
Drones would not be there, 
but only birds.

If we were trees, there would be no births of children,
no one to record in the...

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Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness… but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the...

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I accidentally let one loose

One two, one two,

It's all up to you,

One two, one two,

Find the spiritual truth in all you do

One two, one two,

Find yourself and be renewed

One two, one two,

Your essence is a...

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Loitering pain; existential in its core
Evicted; eradicated at child birth
From her core.
Self queries, examinations of the soul 
Replaced by sense of duty
For the community
And offsprings, she adores.
 
Existential (ist) angst left her core
Without so much...

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