Long Residuals Poems

I've heard about non-violent communication
but wasn't deeply listening.
It didn't seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this is probably all wrong
that I'm not owning my conspiring dissonant...

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A cold and calculating problem
I see
is finding resonantly warm motivation
for resilient employment
by following mere capital short-term acquisition norms
for sacred vocational gravitas,
and maybe a smidge of gratitude--
where "smidge" is warmly defined
as the opposite of cold hegemony.

Back...

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Dragon wants in the movies. Honestly! He's a great actor! Just look at him!
Doesn’t he look so sweet and innocent... See! Told you he’s a great actor!
No one in the whole wide world has a...

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             Her adorned stars, crackling overhead 
                ...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes...

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I find it not right
nor sustainably left,
snapped the poet,
that sainted soldiers claimed healthy transitions 
toward divinely rapturous peace
to promote principles of death 
by deliberate
degenerate design.

I could not reasonably interpret good news
win-God/win-humanity scripture stories
designed for win/lose...

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Allow me a moment to deconstruct,,
Every wall characteristically set up.
And all the fabricated stories from corrupt
Individuals; Residuals of a past, 
I broke through and shattered like sugar-glass. 

Let me tell you; I'm not invincible. 
My...

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"Evolution of My Life“Evolution of My Life”

In Upstate New York's rustic veil,
A warrior's story slowly starts to sail,
A tale of scars that won't subside,
Of PTSD's heavy, crushing tide.

A veteran, 39, with eyes that roam,
Haunted by...

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They laid and built a new road;

in the heat of the day it looks
like a stretched curved spine 
along which newly planted trees 
grow their skimpy wishbones
as they file along the verge.

There is no shade...

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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires

Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities

Gonadal grownups gulp secret...

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Spiritualist -Signs of Souls


Fragmenting eyes of sorrow of baneful tears that demons burrow
Stealing Cupids arrow and the elusive songs of the morning sparrow
Encroaching black mass revels jubilantly to break the mirror's glass
Within the barbarous brass...

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Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future.



A Monster seeding pre-grammatical,
Oscillating pivotals,
Octaves hit the matter I’ve created known perennial,
Posture spun the spineI I spat I knew would foster generals ,
Combusted...

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every face has a thought hidden behind the visage of visuals
like the beating of the ear drum listening to compound residuals 
 
the beating of the heart, adreneline rush, push past the point of strain
mental...

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Shadows remind of you
These grey black deep shallow hues
Beneath the eaves beside the big trees
They almost silently whisper 
As I want to kiss her
She disappears

As we come and go here and there
Red or green or...

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So, so lyrical,
yet logical,
it's certainly atypical;
and not proverbial, 

but integral
and oh, most controversial!
But is it topical,
optical,

even for the intellectual
to see the actual
pragmatical
to its theoretical?

So casual, gradual, 
and implausible,
it’s almost incomprehensible
were it not for the owner’s...

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It was a beautifully laid path of moram stones 
minuscule ice dust seated on my pink hands
holding yours covered with a three-quarter 
thick cotton high neck navy blue t-shirt 

Our lips forgot their role as...

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Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts  and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures...

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I could write about the white man and everything he’s done

or I could write about the black man

and all the victories he’s won

I could write about a person of every stereotype

but thats just a hype

and...

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Stand there tall beautiful orchard
Your green 
shine to dilate my visions
I have seen you wilt at your worst
And I have seen you ride the tide to flourish

O flourish. Wet my tongue in season
And bank my...

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Eyes shift left and right filling,
With every one in a million,
Or should I say one in a billion?
Willing to believe in the odds,
That each of us were born with a purpose from God,
To be unique...

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Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.

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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25

My person was the entire human race.  As...

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Amidst the Barbaric heathen hordes
Mordacious majesty’s scrofulous swords
Corroding cathedrals in the morning mist
Rampageous residuals that we must resist

In the valleys of darkness, my soul savors still
For the bloodstained moon begins her spill
The ruffled red rains...

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A good mote,
something to imagine upon 
with sin in mind.
Near strangers in the same office,
clothed only by levels and walls.

From two floors up
she let her dark hair down.
Hour after hour 
he running fingers through strands,
twisting...

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Had to move back to the city
 the suburbans too sidity  
had me and my feelings and I couldn't even feel it
Got hit with a brick and didn't fidget 
Hard knocks knock sense in...

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 thinking of the snow
 so white so pure
 God sparkledust 
He sprinkles down on us 
Frozen raindrops from 7 fallen demons tears
 of those angels who have fallen 
Falling in judgment spheres
 snowflakes ...

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