Long Psychobabble Poems

"Psychobabble"
 


She plants the seeds
in Her mind 
through the 
fathomless
oceanful wells
of Her eyes
saltwater falls
over the unchartered
sharp edges of 
Her tight boundaries
to the playing fields
Elysian
where She waits 
impatiently 
in all Her glowing 
warm-skinned dreams
black words turn
to...

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if you sit down with that infamous poorly written work of fiction &
you read it cover to cover,
you may not feel a thing---
you may, in fact, simply close the book & toss it in the...

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No, you’re brain does not have a viral inflection                          ...

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Were every breath an incantation,
Every word a prophecy,
Would I fear more this consternation,
Not writing for anxiety?
 
Were every word a portent, telling,
Every sentence writ, a spell,
Would my mind ever stop this yelling?
Could I my consternation...

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A curse upon the gods to break

How to become an enlightened player 101

something to study and pick apart
A royal Joke of political actors
surrounding one fool
teaching spies
and politicians
how to make global friends
and preachers how to preach

(ever...

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certainly one could sit down & 
attempt to come up with 76 reasons for
breivik’s killing spree this past friday,     
one for each person he murdered---

however, 
after reading his 1000+ paged manifesto...

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We caught them taking turns
Splurging in an imaginary feast, where the figurines kissed
Where the billboard dog stared and winked
And robbers, dressed like priests, counted change
Which they had stolen from the beggar down the street 
Of...

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I am the University of Yale 
Opens its door. 
   I am the beginning of the 
 Revolutionary War. 

   I am one of the 13 
Colonies. 
   I...

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Pattern creator weaving through semantic gridlock. Synaptic blockage has me dining on feedback. Consuming concepts of Id's bleeding out a dissociative psychocollage. 
No Map No-Thing.
Images overlapping gaps of referential perspective all lapping up my awareness...

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Hi,
how are ya?
What are you Doing these days?
Well,
I have no job, no house mortgaged
to the hilt in My Name,
nor a fancy car ...
Who I Are?

Nothing ...
if not what I am Doing.
What are You doing?
Nothing.
How to...

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Satire to become the be all & end ,
While looking back over every word penned.
Mockery of instituation ... Pad-lock ...
held to my 'craft' , That bastard tick clock ,
handing over point , I did not...

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You came into my life 
Full of fire, full of ice
Your fire fills me with desire
Your ice bursting with compromise
Not sure what to feel 
Not knowing what to do
Do I want to keep this going?
Do...

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Expectation's misdemeanors
     outflanking volition 
infringed upon experience's
       self-imposed options,
griping on about whirlwind's
      imposing velocity to
  which atmospheric pressure
 ...

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