Long Indecisively Poems

Worried about the past reoccurring
Worried about the future, not that reassuring
Why does it burn so immensely?
Why does it hurt so lamentably?

Obviously, you don’t truly understand
Apparently, you don’t see where I stand
You don’t care and watch...

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I'm determined to be heard
Through the walls 
Beyond all That 
Deafening windfall

My voice never deterred
Tasking freedom 
dispensing wisdom 
Offering up hope

I am the force, overheard  
A solid speaker for the mute
Constant presence for the Word

I...

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Do or Die?


I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do?
Either to spare
a traitor's life
or to kill him
what if the traitor
is my own son
or brother?
I am perplexed
unable to decide
what to do
what to do if the traitor
in concert...

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it has been a long time since i've been here
can i leave my poems here
everything was always safe with your protective eye
each time i return here i have to pause
words are like indecisively constipated turtles
for...

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Indecisive Running Away Man I Am!

Always running away to and from
anything and everything 
anyone and everyone in which I
indecisively not knowing what to do or even where ever to go in order
to find solace and...

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So much... I no longer need to do
All that was meant means no more
When did I change... if I knew
Where was once a time I have lived for?

And I began to ask
Questions against my elusive...

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I was looking at the small pill-cutter box 
Which I was holding in my hand.
Blue colored with a sharp edge of the blade
To cut the medicine in halves, one-third or 
Could also be, in one-fourth,...

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She talks incessantly of Opera,
my nervous systems not listening,
it’s desperately trying
to connect to her voluptuous body,
neural cells hum like eclectic cars.

I cannot think at all of Mozart or Wagner
I am mesmerized by her sexuality,
even more...

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"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!

What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare...

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What more could I ask for

The one I always want to do more for

The one my love will always grow for

Ever and ever happily forever after

Blue ocean beach post cards because love is sad when...

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Look me in the eyes
Look for me in the night
Run me into the dirt
Make me hurt

Make me crazy
Call me ing insane 
Yet you’re the one who who drove to crash the plane

Don’t think 
Don’t speak...

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It is not enough to eliminate fear.
Certain nights teach a more all-encompassing terror and hide
Sharp metals, evil-natured monsters,
Deep chasms and naturally the very ghosts of the day.
Not that sinister animals were expendable,
Or medieval instruments of...

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