Long Grayness Poems

by the interpretation comes perception—the faraway dream, the symbols—or the way I attack myself—in harassing my screams. upon a wishbone, to feel some semblance, listening to darker parts; the curse of the psychiatrist, hassled for...

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I know that I’m not dead, but I might as well be, I live in an altered reality where I’m still the me I used to be
Here I sit beside of me talking to myself,...

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My aching Tears

My tears ache, they cry out, reaching for sun beams,
only to find, to feel, - touch nothing - lifeless , empty dreams
are all around, surround me in that nothing it seems,
leaving me to...

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I am told
	that I should write
lines that will
	a picture make

cold breeze blows
	bearing all warmth away
carrying just a whisper
	softly to my ears

a distant sound
	I can barely hear
somewhere distant
	somewhere far away

and I do gaze
	looking about
that my eyes...

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Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that...

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They were exhibited as strange curiosities,
 They all had a face, a name, an identity on this land soiled by negrophobia.
 They looked without seeing, their eyes lost in the ruins of their humanity violated...

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The Gift
                                 ...

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Come, let us walk this broken street, you and I; 
Explore the infamy we share before we die. 
After all, will death not seize man's birthright 
When this day gives way to night? 

Signposts all...

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As I sit at my table
Overlooking the sea
I try not to look for its unforgiving blueness
it is too much for my heart.
My heart which is once again, empty.

Loss has followed my heels 
for many years...

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Beneath the stretched-out, nocturnal firmament, thoughts overwhelm my being,
Questions unassuaged by answers, echo of the void,
About forests of the future, trees with waiting roots,
About children from untold dreams, with smiles that cannot be found.
Those books...

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THE SUM OF LIFE

The Sum Of life:

Between the earth and the
sunset is a Grey matter,
between your skull and your brain
is a Grey matter,
at times I feel like gray matter;
Everyone speaks and recognizes...
OZONE, or the black...

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A DUSTY OLD HURT ROAD

I was steering my car in an un-alert mode
While driving down an old dirt road
My auto was making clouds out of dust
While I was doing that which I must

My hands grasped...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing...

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Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me,...

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4/14/17


Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages

Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny...

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Sunday and Not One Car

Sunday, in the church parking lot was not one car.
The clouds were overcast and heaven seemed so far.

Looking around confused and wondering, dread struck.
Remembering the rapture, fearing the havoc.

I had tried...

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Darkness peeks beneath the shadows
	Melancholic doubt, dread
From silent sensation, built by depression
	Falling down from up on high
Where there is grace, where there is chance

Darkness drives away the intense hope
	Prepares dreams for loss
Erases the innocence from...

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I was arriving home one night
The smell of smoke clinging to my shirt
The laughs at the café humming around my ears

The sky above, a homely grey
I looked up at the sky, something I should do...

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A Magical Trip to The Garden of Eden
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I find myself...

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Laying down kindergarten knowledge for all too see
Fish they have fins, and birds they have wings
Standing against the crowd, boasting banners of equality
Daring to discern the difference of things!

You plant a seed into an egg
and...

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So this is what they call anomie?
A grayness,
A blank,
All things devoid of beauty?
When the eternal arms,
Have left me to my own devices,
To toil in deaden land
To paint futile pictures?

I’m wading through waves, through fires
Surely to...

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A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final, gentle tap
shatters my windows
My rainbow world
now smothered, pallid,
forced into boredom...

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Winter, winter how we feel your icy touch
The earth is now under your freezing clutch
What falls in our ears is the howl of gales from far 
The night sky, cast in grayness devoid of a...

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FALLING....
Many times I wonder, many times I think
What if weren't people but rather birds of green

What would really happen when hurt comes into play
Would we burn our feathers and turn in birds of gray?

From being...

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SHARING MY GREY HAIR

“About the Journey”
Lots of things happen in this life
That Gray hair is a symptom of.
Trust, they did not come cheaply.
And it does not prove me be wiser.
However, it does show evidence that
I...

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