Long Subconsciousness Poems

Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. It is dedicated to Nathaniel Hawthorne....

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In a perfect world
maybe everyone would have opposite and same sexual attractions,
ambiguously passionate attachments
of compassion's resilient arousal.

On a perfectly sanctified Earth,
maybe every species would incarnate only opposite sexual attraction,
attachments of passionate ego-arousal,
male dominant belonging in...

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question?

In this perfect world of hatred!
Why is it that some races compete Supremacy
 tensions rise is hotter than fire
Well within all of this
Have them in the idea there's good and bad in the world
In resolution...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum

to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art,

I stand in contemplation, mesmerized by my first look at an original...

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“I shall die not knowing the thing I longed to know.” - from I KNOW THE STARS, Sara Teasdale

I have a thin volume of poetry I got when young.
Its title is “Those Who Love.” The...

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her name was Anne 
and she wrote dreams 
upon pages; 
the kind that roam around your mind 
but are always held deep 
inside your chest;

and she heaved 
under the weight of tears 
left uncried 
and...

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~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry...

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I was 13 and in love,in eighth grade and so very lost.
My family saw a prodigy a girl,whom they didn't want
In hopes they wanted a boy
The scars I made ran deep inside.
Through my thinning blood...

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In a day light
When drum was beating up
In the central market
A loud cry touched All
The awakened mind 
Blasted a naked happiness
Blood was screaming 
Surrounding the area
Was fully covered with sadness
Tears were kissing 
The bloody heart...

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She’s trance-trapped in her own body
With sealed lip yelling for help
Wondering how she got to the dark side
She just felt so boring in there

Her spirit has been un-snugged to an unknown
There she lay ‘deadless’, yes...

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Oh hearty lover
Please give a reason to love
A needing to be loved
A desire to hug and touch not you but your soul
A want to cradle in the comfort of your bosom
To sip the warm tears...

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Outside my window,
the leaves are in a frenzy~
twirling, shaking and flying about 
the wind just sending them off
in a scattered dance...
so similar to the
thoughts
chaotic in my mind

Sleep comes around,
but the dreams do not.

Or do they?
And...

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Since childhood my vivid and alluring aspirations
painted my rainbows with different colors,
not the ones I was after and truly adored...
who has ever heard of a teenager being bored?



Anytime I saw a train leave the station...

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I want to relinquish this stagnant pain. 
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness 
and perforating my reality for too long. 

I try to extricate myself from this servitude 
but it sticks to my fingers...

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So why clinical psychology?
What does that mean, anyway?
What is non-clinical psychology?
Does it mean analytical psychology,
which might mean analogical?
Which would mean ecological?
Which is really just plain logical?

So is it logical psycho-logic,
and wouldn't that be sort of...

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Everything said, everything thought and done
is stored in the subconsciousness of a memorable tune; 
a whole life was spent in search of gratification,
of that sweetheart to convert this restless dreamer
to love, to show his amorous...

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Patience resisting my movements locking me down into a steadfast repeatious 
cycle of disappointment.
Holding out for a turning point, a breakthrough, a glimmer of hope and victory.
Wanting to be taken care of, no worries, no...

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Piqued by the aura of your gleam
You were the hum which broke my vertical solitude
Intruder within the interlude of my vacancy
Through refractions of your eyes, you pulled me in

The wild scents wrap you in silent...

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(Digging my own grave series)

1. See the "Sights" of progress internally and externally in retrospect of character and actions.
2. Hear the "Sounds" of reasoning within silent speech and expression.
3. Smell the "Odor" of deceit no...

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It stops
As soon as I get up
It starts again 
As I lie down,
The nerves falling out
Eyes crying
Heart sinking,
Mind losing sync
World spinning.

I do not understand,
I do not know,
The room around making a go,
And suddenly then,
My imaginations,
Taking...

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Adrift 

In this calm, where thoughts no longer have control
In my subconsciousness, deep within my internal soul
My mind manifests floating images with my eyes closed
In there rests my true essence, all that I am, truly...

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Spiralling in, out, and somewhere in between existence's consciousness' subconsciousness' unconsciousness' perceptions versus realities finding meanings versus misinterpretations
learning versus understanding
knowinging versus pretending to know
doubting versus believing
giving advice and it's not taken versus not giving advice
being...

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Cobwebs of the impossible 

It was a clear day…too lucid, perhaps.
Mother sat in the kitchen; the sunlight made her white hair into a halo.
I asked how old she was?
Ninety-two, she said I knew this was...

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In the serene nights with starry skies, 
With you on my mind, I realize. 

Beautiful soul, you're so pristine.
Perfect are you, your love divine. 

Oh my dear, you're so adorable. 
Each moment with you, unforgettable....

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