Long Soullessness Poems

Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low...

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no scrap of wrestle left inside and the battle remains

the same each morning in and all night out of peace

rock bottom ground control on empty remote chance

that this too shall pass in lost resolve of...

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I once trusted our government
'til they left open a sack of wheat and chaff 
now it's up to the citizens to clean up the mess 
I once trusted our government
until they sold our farmland to...

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There are some people in this world
who either do not realize or do not care
how badly words wound.
Even slight agitation can cause them
to bellow their bullying obscenities.
Like lead balls from a muzzle-loading gun,
they’ll shoot you...

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Violet 
star stream
flowing 
across 
the 
soullessness
of
mundane dream...
Whispering "everything's alright.
She's thriving like a spring fed rose in saintly gardens.
An angel brightly glowing.

...of this dream.
I staggered along a ragged path.
Through a battlefield of metal devils-called "quartered living.
Faith...

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I was wandering through what I thought I'd destroyed
I was wondering where would I lose all these joys
Untruth's bruise upon my soul
Losing lies that made me whole

There was once such a time when I felt...

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In a sky stained with black and white tinges, the moon slowly rose,
Interspersed a being and a storehouse of innocuous anecdote.
Innumerable starlings clove the air,
Even with mawkishly effeminate sentiment and soullessness.

Yet, the brassbound stood bold...

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"Soullessness"                   

In this time…In this life…in this place…we have no showed

Under a blanket of blankness without thanks…we...

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MAN;

I was all doom and gloom in the zoom 
when the past second died,
A man surely has kicked the bucket
I was told, but I shan't believe
If so, when will I give up the ghost?

 ...

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What would a muse or musician become
after singing and playing are gone?

Humor and
heart land
mind broken.

What is a dancer to be
after life's last dance?

Unincarnate mime
and muse
without amusement,
deprived of sacramental rituals
for zero-balancing naked soul redemption.

What is a...

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An empty silence, a lost void of agonising soullessness. Stuck between the right and 
the right knows. So full of spirit waiting for the brightness of the day. Tick tock, Tick tock 
comes the marching...

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Eyes that see everything,
From which I can hide nothing...
Tell me what you see,
When you look down upon me?
Is it weakness,
Is it meekness?
Is it strength and boldness,
Or is it soullessness?
Is it selfishness,
Or forebearingness?
Is it brain and...

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Really wonder what you’re thinking
Whether you still love me
Whether you’ll fight for me
Whether you’ll be there
Whether you still care
Whether you are going to be there for me or not
Heard a wise quote
Once you are vulnerable...

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When I close my lids
and unbox these dusty memories,
I discover that it's hard for me
to recapture
the ghosts that summer turned over
in its warm hands of variance.
They were people that existed 
only for a season
that would...

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My soul shrinks ---
It's also black as ink ---
The ordor from it stinks ---
Like a dead rat ---
Which floats on a sewer flow ---
Righteousness can not be found ---
Decayedness is abound ---
For my soullessness is...

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