Long Incinerate Poems

Silence reigns supreme in my reich

No don (except me)
doth trumpet within the aborted
barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm,
I annexed courtesy manifest destiny,
which peoples now inhabiting said jurisdiction
circumscribed by following coordinates -
Latitude: 40° 16' 22.20"...

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My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery,
Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real.
I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes,
Their innocence smashed, face down on the concrete...

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Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab
He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab
Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day
And lots of evil folk to...

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Hard driven by the embarrassment,
                              ...

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Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Simon.
He was an ordinary boy who did what ordinary nine year old
boys do: collecting bugs and putting them in jars,
speaking to imaginary friends, riding a bike...

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I OPENED A DOOR TO THE QUANTUM DOT WORLD 
OF INORGANIC ORGANIC MATERIALS.
ALSO KNOWN AS SYNTHETIC BEINGS. PART HUMAN 
PART MACHINE. ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY CYBORG.

CONTROLLED BY FREQUENCIES RADIATING FROM 
WHAT APPEARS TO BE 6G...

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He was a formidable creature, straight out of Teutonic mythology, and I fell in love the instant my eyes met his.

His wings were unnoticed at first, as I was concentrating on the 
Immediacy and complexity...

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If I am Syrian, what of it?
Stranger, we all dwell in one world, not its portals.
The same original Chaos gave birth to all mortals.
—Meleager translation by Michael R. Burch

Love, how can I call on you;
does...

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The latter classified as a voivode
(prince) of Wallachia
(part of modern Romania).
Surrounded by enemies
that included the Hungarians,
the Ottomans, his younger brother,
and Walachian nobility,
Vlad employed extremely
cruel gruesome measures
to inspire fear in those
who opposed him.

He earned his nickname
by...

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concerning Iran (a brief letter to the american voter)

dear miss or mister
still-believing-in-the-“dream”---
which face that you see being displayed on your
screens, 
do you think will get us into a war with Iran
first?

will it be mr. hope...

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Wasted words of Poetical Incorrectness

                   Words are precious commodities not traded 
     ...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one who lied.
Operation Conniving.
Eyes open, doors pried.

Once I sat, reluctant to use what I knew.
Allowing the waste of a...

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Came, Sprawled couch,
 
His voice getting softer and softer
 
Slim
   Prayer,
Cheap sloping gimmick of N|Nature,
Madly 
Reaching
   Grabbing last splash
         of
Downed B|Banjo Bourbon… 
...

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Came, Sprawled couch,
 
His voice getting softer and softer
 
Slim
   Prayer,
Cheap sloping gimmick of N|Nature,
Madly 
Reaching
   Grabbing last splash
         of
Downed B|Banjo Bourbon… 
...

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Broken shell

After a lengthy time of climbing
I sit on the hill peak of courage.
Drafting my testimony on an inkless page of my acquired voicelessness,
Looking down pieces of the shell broken scattered in the valley where
My...

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Incinerate my corpse when I'm gone,
It might sound weird but it's already decided alone,
Prudent it is,when you offer my wish,
Not to say,you're honouring my departures dish,
Not to think you're paying homage to me as tribute,
That...

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A sliver of bright light
seeps into the darkness
Echo of voices reverberate inside my head
I'm in limbo,
I can't move
Am I alive, am I dead?
I don't feel any pain,
I don't feel much of anything
But there's a sense...

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I have seen them
Come and go through dusk, narrow streets,
Some smiling and some frowning.
Down to the River Seine,
On the banks of Paris,
I walk with no one by my side.

I walk past the cafes, and taverns,...

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A thunderstorm booms from your lungs 
with every breath, to silence the violins 
meant to accompany the beat from your chest.
Keep your gaze held straight upward
and witness the crash of your eyelids.

It will stir the...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president penis (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy...

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Announcement to all Outer party members:

Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of him are to be...

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Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental...

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(THE GHOST)

In the naked eye,
Pure death approaches!

Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around
Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets
It can be the cost and the...

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My soul wanders in the dark alley within me,  
plunges in the abyss of discontent.    
The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain, 
casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being,
that flares...

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