Long Terrene Poems

A barred spiral galaxy in the Giraffe
has one of the arms curled in front of its core
where dust laden lanes in the grouping outpour
as Hubble has shown it for earthlings’ behalf.

Some sort of encounter perhaps...

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i just want to sit around,
drinking, sniffing things, scratching
myself, getting high.
just watching my pen
fill up a page.

do whatever it takes
to become a 'writer.'
a 'poet.'

something i admire, but
never really aspire to.

i just don't think i'd fit...

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Do not despise the tears contrite heart                   		         ...

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Lay whole your worries,
                               ...

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Sweet Butterfly, with wings now dry 'tis time to break away
and light upon the leaves of dawn while weeping willows sway,
not reminisce 'bout chrysalis discarded yesterday,
but treasure life, with colors rife in nature's cabaret.

Sweet Butterfly,...

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Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum

struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better...

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Universe full with moon and stars,
The sun shines to all planets,
decorate earth  with many colors,
humans are developed being of nature,
think,Talk,walk, work different to others,
ability to fulfill  imagination with powers,
adapt to environment in their...

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I need to be free.
Get out this place.
Go somewhere,
That I know I'm safe.

Go to a terrene,
That I haven't been to in a while.
Forget about the agony.
And produce a lifelong smile.

Maybe I need the peace.
Maybe I...

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Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset, 

Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness, 
Dearth to darn the clout concord. 

Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the...

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You got me
I was weak it's true
A terrene bond
By tacky glue

Too worldly;
Thoughts and self-desires
Is just not how my
Soul aspires

Hindsight hurts
I disappoint
Myself 
Alignment out of joint

Yet, here I stand
The day is fresh..
No longer caught
In soulful mesh

Of...

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