Long Fatalist Poems

Bombarded by myriads of daily data without cease,
I suggest a forthright discourse on this topic,
carousel of trend and sound adherence  merely looming?
some unwitting sentiment  an aspirational diction,
reverberation or innuendo pending aftermath augur,
the world...

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Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all

I reject 
in the face 
of it all 

Aestheticism 

true beauty 
is found in the 
ugliness of it all

peaking out 
under coverlets 
of mud 

throwing 
spit balls
of pulchitrude

wrapped up 
time...

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after the sky drops. 
The walking corpses come out 
the veil of night masks 
the decay 
the rot 
of humanity 
Plague of the earth. 

Found from the ashes 
My phoenix we bled 

Has she ever...

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If the darkness fails to engulf you, the light will.
When the chaos can not drown your thoughts, the silence will.
If the hatred refuse to make your scars bleed, 
The adoration can not heal.
Yet if Life...

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Although there is a vast difference between Fate and Faith,
I can understand how 'fatalism' enters the psychic of us mortals. But
If any of the animal species were asked if they believed in 'Fatalism',
I am convinced...

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Qué será, será; what will be, will be.
This proverb or expression many know.
It means if you are living with regrets,
for heaven’s sake, just let those feelings go.

There’s no use crying over milk that’s spilled.
(that’s another...

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Are you an optimistic realist
  or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
  or a humanistic fatalist?

Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
  but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly...

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Black Monday
October 19, 1987
Miracle Man
October 19, 2020

My visage revealed the place life found me in,
the events weren’t kind to me that day.
The stock market crash caused many chagrin,
I should have been in cash but had...

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If I told you that her eyes said it all,
what do you suppose her eyes really said?
Do you assume her eyes spoke to me of love,
or do you think they wished that I were dead?

Are...

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laughter
filter through the sun
whispers
a whole host of brevity

through the corridor of my mind one would suffice
once this life is lived never another chance at which to roll the dice
a fatalist
like a bird on a wire

snap...

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Broken trust brings a nation’s end.
The Elite lie as we wash their feet.
We tried discourse with unwilling men;
We can’t agree on what is seen.

A great nation brought to the edge,
To the edge of the abyss.
All...

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