Long Represses Poems

Life as active love 
evolves toward more polycultural communication,
across both species and time,
within Earth’s Solar EcoSystemic Universe.

While this conversation includes human natured communicators,
we suboptimize our ecological balance
if endo-human discourse monopolizes our lifetime learning dialogue.

A life...

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Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival motives
are absent,
so self-thrival motives
remain pick your pocket rampant.

An intellectual prostitute
to...

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You're the flame around my heart,
am I still your smile
when we're apart?

As you leave your flame flares up,
but when I look into your face,
I miss your lack of smiling place,
You are my fire!

Where were you...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed...

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Bully me, yours truly 
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish...

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Man whose that chick over there repping blue 
thinking she can come up here and mess with my man. 
Don't she know who she's messing with?
i got to show her wassup.  
Can't come up...

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Diurnal, nature's early damsel,
donned in dew and vivid peach,
I am in need of dawning's candle;
humor me as I beseech.

Amidst thy gown I often ponder,
musing on the great "to be."
'Tis true, in thought I tend to...

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Every room has four walls,
they may be high or low;
this prison represses my tenacious spirit
to take them down and run free!
Solitude can be powerful for some
to build up that sense of manly pride,
but inside the...

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Work is the twin of rest; 
Work represses me from tasting the sugar of the day, 
Represses me from witnessing the launch of the moon,
Represses me from fun, from the chaff, wraps me in grief,
Even...

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True love must be nurtured if it is to thrive
It is caring about the others dreams and desires
It is acknowledge the other and being proud to do so
Not only with words but a with a...

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A man on crutches passed me by
And sparked some rumination.
We all require some support
To keep in circulation.

It may not be as obvious
As crutches made of wood,
But something helps us get around
And live the lives we...

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