Long Numerously Poems

Acknowledging the essence of near-death experience realistically
through reading about its characteristics mindfully
as regards presented historical reports numerously
and research of its circumstances done clinically---
I’m made aware of its truth that’s perceived individually.

Thus, my heart prays for...

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And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that 
sugar rock candy lights won’t cut 
the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss.

And there are not enough sad thoughts wars rapes to gratify...

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Apply the theory that god cease to exist.
You as an unbeliever may resist in the belief that there is someone who is more intelligent than your comprehension of life itself.
Let's imagine for a while that...

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You not interested in knowing my mind,
But your only keen attraction is on my external being.
My interior is nothing you concern to know,
So you gaze at physicality,
And not at the comprehension that obtain in I.
The...

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Death


Horrible to think loss of life
Once taking birth in beautiful earth
Why think of lose gift of life!

Studied being one sided and
Trying to forget project of terrible death

Why so hard not to crack
Through power of knowledge
While...

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The time has come today where the lost sheep make their way
Stuck amongst the decay not even knowing, there in it they lay
That time has come today as you follow amongst that lost herd
The time...

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I am a land called, “America”.
I am called, “Educated”; 
a “Super Power”,
but, I don’t feel “Super” or “Powerful”…
I am drained.
I wear the scars of human nature;
ignorance and greed.

I wear the scarlet blemishes of my own...

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Where are your upstairs friends?
The coffee break girls;
Credit card tight,
Newly coifed,
Numerously heeled
And 
Playing a little material bridge.

Where are the elevator girls?
Those check booked cynical
Fifteen minute friends.
The boss kissers;
Union mothered now
Skipping rope in third grade circles.

Are...

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"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.

Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.

Words, numerously luxuriate on...

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It began with a single flake of snow
That fell upon my brow so gently down.
Almost  imperceptible, ever so
Subtle and  never making any sound.
I love these silent tiny crystalline
Flakes that now are falling numerously
In...

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