Long Sensory overload Poems

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time...

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When I was a male child
I prayed to an eternally mute dualdark goddess,
Gaia was our name
for each Other's
secular
sane
sacred
sacraments to share passion.

And so I heard bird songs
praising each day's anticipated Gaian glory,
everybody playing cooperatively nice,
or at...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying the music and lyrics. 

Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him...

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Innocuous, yet unhealthy threat looms across
(air/radio) telecommunications devices
where smart electronic devices enthrall
and decree they co-opt role bing boss
linkedin with plenti networks that criss cross
even primitive computers utilizing...

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Innocuous, yet unhealthy threat looms across
(air/radio) telecommunications devices
linkedin with plenti networks that criss cross
even primitive computers utilizing DOS

by George, which archaic code
once powered Mill on the Floss,
now...

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Panic


At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies, futuristic hopeless movies. Where the grim white smiling mask is...

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What if woke up one day-
and you could not see or hear? 

Would you find twisted relief?-
Or would your mind resort to fear?

If I could hear no sound- 
I wouldn't hear you when you yell.

(But)...

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Calamities…
assaulted by the Memorial Day tsunami
drowned victims & floating cars--
appendix detonates during the Season of Hell
haplessly hospitalized in the UT-Austin medical zoo

Delusion of progress…
recovering in the mobile home 
plodding through texts of 
postmodern pointlessness--
overcome with...

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A Day In The Life Of Jacob

Even though it rises every day 
somewhere, someplace in time.
On a day in the life of Jacob
the sun doesn’t often shine.

A shopping centre is bright and loud
and Jacob is...

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Eyes locked on each other, in dreamlike state
Deciding to meet again, we did not hesitate
Time could not erase, even though we were apart
The promise to love forever made by the heart

Pulled into your embrace, it...

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It’s like- I’m walking though a busy mall.

Oh wait, I am, it’s real.

I can read minds, I know it sounds silly.

Or maybe I can’t.

But I can sense the texture of their clothing.

I see a tall...

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Oceanward sail the yachts and liners,
a match stick flotilla in a green whirlpool bath
seen from the dizzying height of the cliff top.
Beside the lighthouse, ghostly echoes
of crashing waves and wheeling gulls
reverberate upwards from sand and...

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Amazing God has created me, I am
Unique and Wonderfully made.
Trying to make sense of this crazy world around me.
Intelligent
Strong willed and often times
Mysterious

Autism is a spectrum everyone don't fit under the same umbrella and in...

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The Sun is Moving South
By Franklin Price
9/15/2015

The sun is Moving south
No, it's really not at all
It's the orbit of the Earth
And the tilting of the ball

The Sun sits in the middle
Not moving much at all
Providing...

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For there is a stranger
in my scar...

...sensory overload...

...this life of paradox...

I feel the parallel...

this merger tries
to suffocate me...

these feelings...these memories
trapped inside of me...

you remind me of the past...
these feelings now I am not...

that was you...the...

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Drift, drift, drift until the calm 
Arrive at the crossroads of your sun 
The peace you feel a release from harm 
Metaphoric blast from a soporific gun. 

A feeling deep from somewhere arrives 
Gently caressing...

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Now with mass media
I can see over there
So many disasters
The World now can share

Numbing our senses
With sensory overload
Hunger and pestilence 
I see bombs explode

For me to stay sane
I have to ignore
When it comes to news
it's...

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What’s left of my mind
when I open my mouth
is the part I could never say.

What’s left of my mind
when you open yours
is a place I hope we can stand.

What’s left of my soul
when you open...

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