Long Splatters Poems

My eyes stare straight,
fixated on something in the distance, 
humming a song that would send chills,
if you ever got the chance to listen.

A padded cell and a straitjacket,
the doctor giving one of his ‘visits,’
his moans...

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I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger...

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Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that inhabited the clean air
that once use to live there.

he made...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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My inside mystic still searches
for my strongest and best
omnipotently higher all-embracing Power
of unchanging monotheistic Truth
and Beauty.

My outside voices
still long for deeper Power
through widely multicultural EnLightenment
of changing
flowing spanentheism
in-between Earth's ecological Nature face
and my own ego-identity's theological...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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WHEN I GOT STABBED

The blade went through my flesh like a knife through melting butter.
Thoughts ran through my head as I bled out, like no more will I see my mother
Anger and rage streamed through...

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Dear Old Joe,

I have found a retiring fascination
with right nature conserving
and yet very wrong 
left-handed spiritual answers

Messengers to invite
more deeply recreating 
natural outside
spiritual inside 
co-arising questions

Unanswered lifespan queeriosities
about important Earth health
and personal ego-safe wealth
preservation matters
that...

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The rain creates, the patter on the ground
children splash and splatter, boots of fun,
giggles full of laughter, bind their hearts
are we, but just, the remnants of our youth

Wrapped in live's of never ending bills
our live's...

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I love this
   the bitterness
              that builds
tearing the cords
   to my heart
refreezing it
     ...

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It makes a very large batch.
And when I finish, there will be
Enough for my family, my friends, and quite possibly
Everyone who lives on our street.

On my tiled kitchen counter
I have gathered..according to the recipe,
The butter,...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott...

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I was doing great the other day, everything was going my way.
                       ...

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Every few days I watch you leave,
no matter how many tears I shed,
you always walk away and I grieve,
my heart aches with words unsaid.
 
In the days apart my mind begins to dream ,
thinking of...

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The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed  lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure  in slow motion seen.

Life cannot...

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Used to be a happy go around…later shrouded in frowns…?
For many a birth places…what are the shades of their faces…?
A log of many a cases…where are the words of their paces…
Memories of a ghetto…not in...

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The stench of blood so thick you could taste it
Raivel swallowed hard amongst the slashed
corpses of terrified souls littering the field
A harvest of death gleams and sparkles
as the crimson dripped from his swords edge
Duty is...

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If life was a canvas how would you paint it
If life was a canvas how would I paint it
Bright colors making rainbows, a picture of fun
Would you paint by the numbers and quickly be done
Approach...

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Forgive me
for sleeping while you weep,
for breathing while you wilt,
for beating strong and true
without you,
foregiven free.

Challenge us
to never swim or fly without you
to dream in Win to Win rich blues
for love's lusty heroic trust.

Redeem me
for...

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In many ways your being sways,
Ask for better days, seeing what surrounds us as the matrix haze,
Fill ya temples layers with divinely shinning sun rays,
Be gone, go away ignorance that can't comprehend what I’m saying,
Boom...

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Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They...

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I look across the tables filled with crowds of people and I see cliques, families, and couples. These are structures to me, under constant construction yet fully complete at the same time. There, stands pillars...

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the evidence.
splatters of black bold print
contrasting to the white of my past.
its all getting blurry.
i think i see a night ,
where rain fell like knives
into my skin.
i saw red for the first time,
shaken against walls
a...

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Liar, run, run
Falling, burn, burn
Discomfort, i did't told you to live
Spit on my face, i want you dead
Reduce to ashes, you better blow it all away
Chained down to hell, set me free
Gone to sleep, just...

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I had a dream — 
different ... dark ... obscure
Mine’s wasn’t like Martin Luther King,
it was different
So very dark to the core
In my dream I saw his dream
masquerading as a fantasy
There were separate, reality TV...

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