Long Projectors Poems

   


   Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit 
of the antichrist spirit.
Man infestation from the pit of 
deliriot.
In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo,
the chorus of the damned proletariat,
a venom, seeping...

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Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy

Which lame excuse I exclaimed,
when my dear old mom asked
rather told me in her scolding voice
to tidy up my bedroom,
cuz this son of a gun
intuited neatening...

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For this is not the end of this obscene occurrence,
nor is it the start, my dear guests.
Somewhere down the middle of this table 
you sit before me, with empty ice creams cones,
 curious as to...

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It’s all I can do to not carve these words across my eyes.
To immortalize what I imagine,
on this bleak, innocent canvas.
Each thought is a stain that seeps through beyond my reckoning.

It spills out, unbidden, to...

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Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters

Sea

Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8

Jangling in strange confronting orbits

Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming,...

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Pathological Ego projectors
onto stereophonic EcoOthers,
voiced and unlanguaged,
rejoicing and lamenting,
healthing and reverse wealthing,
investing and divesting,
breathing in and bleeding out,
do not make viable healthy candidates
for democratic WinWin public office.

Co-empathic DNA work through history
invites dipolar co-arising role-play
outside-nature Left
cast...

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A Dirge to my Old Semester
I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors
When I heard you are sick
I never knew it was true
Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result
It was so sad that you are...

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From    black-board    to    projectors,
the   education   system    has   never    been    diaphanous.
Everything ...

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Life is about breath, bridges, and becoming
Wondered who I'd been, where now was I heading
God isn't through with me yet

Light years of sixty-five dawned upon my brain, but
I don't feel these years I've gained
God isn't...

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You, trickster, you
Thinking you could play me for a fool
But I know this game better than you
And ‘I told you so’ only goes so far
Words only mean so much
And you’re full of them
I see through...

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It's not funny
To die for the liberty
For the freedom to speak
Freely without fears.

It is not beautiful
to suffer for the rights
To use simple or single words,
To write truthfully, to shed lights
On everything, which is distasteful.

Freedom of...

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I’m starving, no breakfast, dinner or lunches
Suffocate the next coward, sinner that punches
Constantly roaming in depression, a product of this stress
Spectators cleaning my aggression 
Features adults being less than blessed
Tired of these credit unions telling...

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The mind is what you make it
The mind is a blank book at the time of birth
We are the authors we write what we will


the mind 
the mind is like clay 
shaped by every 
encounter...

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Tuatha de Danann Dreaming

(A lone Irish voice whispers into the night, as a single white candle burns. Looking at a picture of a beautiful woman)

With time-worn

But stubborn like a six-inch
Jerusalem thorn

Dreaming 
Forlorn 
Tonight 

Of Halcyon...

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I’ve seen this silent movie reprise:
lips moving, but there’s no sound
Listen, listen only with your eyes,
Rudy Valentino is speaking now
Lips moving, but there’s no sound ...
fact projectors are taking a break
Charlie Chaplin is speaking now,
telling...

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The dreaded weekly full staff meeting,
Every Thursday, straight after school.
Where each teacher sits through mind numbing talk,
That’s neither fun, intriguing nor cool.

The new teachers sit, pen in hand,
Hanging on every word.
Whilst the other teachers sit,...

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My sermon at my funeral

I am lying in the funeral home, oh lovely home!
I am saying the homily in front of my dead body
I am the priest, the mourners are my past lives.

Oh, my sins!
Four...

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Lights moving in time with the music
at a mansion in a neighboring town
Vibrations pounding through the stereo bugle
hark you feel it escalate then drown
projectors casting shadows of colorful hew
raindrops falling to the sound
windshield covered in...

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