Long Inhibiting Poems

My capital investment wounds
don't define me;
they refine MeWe
into Earth's green peace
win/win strategic barrier
beyond which lies win/lose
and EarthLove v AnthroLife
nihilistic
entropic lose/lose
co-arising degenerative gravitation

MeWe have become
tragi-comedically
Me v We
on this good Earth
healthy and safe timeless
ReGenerative Day.

Trauma refines my...

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I can tell you about the elongated nights.
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride 
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way...

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“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength
from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of
little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose
conscience...

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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead. 
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom...

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I was young when you started stealing from me,
teasing away my freedom, corruptibly.
I despised you as soon as I recognized you,
Like I was born to be repelled by your presence.
And yet you kept returning, like...

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Lines reign rectangular beyond widely 
sombre dour density of inhabitants 
Living rendered responsible behind wisely 
secure doors definitely insure us

Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry 
Composite dismissed in driveway's...

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Choose chivalry in the new millennium
Hounded by instant institutions
Vying in the main to inhabit any cranium
Prone to proclivities prohibiting and inhibiting affections.

Inject zeal and steel
Into backs bent on the Facebook platform
Where puny posts reel
In discomfort...

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What is the main difference
between the life time of a star
and your personal trauma history?

Could it be for you,
as for me?

How long we take
to get from regenerative beginnings
in dark caved 
holy 
humble 
BlackHole wombs
to degenerative...

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Hey Mrs. Drama Queen
Take it easy on the acting scheme
Hope so soon you will visit the land of realm
To realize the beauty of life as it be

If you value life and modesty
Come visit the land...

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Was it the death of the child,
playing in the busy street,
where traffic frequently exceeds speed limits,
in neighborhoods like this one,
even in summer evenings when children gather
with stick and ball?

Or was it the single mother,
who allowed...

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Insomnia; a sly sprite inhibiting
the subconscious making it freeze
in mid-motion.
Stillness of the day regardless of
time the mind struggles to release
itself from the clutches of the
scaly paws of the sprite itself.
It seems to marvel and laugh...

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I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions,...

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Once again we’re wedged in a wrinkle
of time in our lives; a wrinkle that can’t
be so easily ironed out and pressed away.
Yet the ironing board of solutions remain up
and challenging steam continues to gush out;
however,...

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Our Hannah came to see me yestermorn.
Hannah? You will remember her I know.
You met her on the glad day she was born,
Our wonderful, pink bundled Hannah Jo.
Suddenly she is nearly six months old.
Plump as a...

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Fear is like a lost wallet

Once you clutch the ball of it in your hand
You see it there, full and clear, 
It dares you to lose it again, so you can seek to find it...

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Our telescopes revealed no empyrean
curious eyes wandered through the dead interstellar depths
dwelling in the faint light of distant stars
gliding like cold gusts of wind
whistling the bristled reeds of our catechisms

We carved saviors from birch
and sculpted...

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American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression

Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to...

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Today

I am going to let go
Relinquish worry
Set free doubt
Let faith guide me
To pastures overrun with heart’s desires
Today I live in the present
Absent of all those things inhibiting living in the now
Boldly dreaming up a future...

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We said goodbye once more inhibiting specificity as certain levels of significance tend to bring too much complexity we both know it 
well
with the 4 years of back and forth like the seasons we 
were...

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... things observed, thoughts of change,
    Drawing life...subjective sketch of charcoal.
    If only she’ll be still, wild and strange.

    The tilt of chin, may one rearrange?
...

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There is an overwhelming pain that haunts me,
It comes from the depth of my soul.
Its intensity is alarming
It stifles my growth
Its darkness overshadows my character 
inhibiting who I am.
In its full capacity, it is crippling
Making...

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He has a smile resonant of a million stars
All alight
Inhibiting my inhibition to be red-faced
Still, in wanting to be noticed 
My eyes gave chase

I try not to be overly pretentious, though
My actions can sometimes be...

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Poetry is less about form,
and more about content; 

less about tradition, and 
more about personal light
and revelation – 

such penmanship, 
truly missals of meditation, 
cannons of Spiritual-occasion, 
for celebration and sharing – 

Seeking less to...

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Keep on “Truckin”
Or
Try Till You Die
Thoughts of Miracle Man
On 10/5/2018

As my tomorrows lessen,
My today’s find me mired in a sea of pills,
Which extend life, while inhibiting my living it. 

Others utter the words, can’t, shouldn’t,...

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Words Can Be
A Barricade Or Bridge
Written: by Miracle Man
5/13/2020

Words become as brushstrokes on a painters palette,
spread as paint, at the volition of the artist.
Whether smooth, colored, sincere, or acerbic,
Those intended to hurt are always the...

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