Long Wasteful Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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Reducing sauces is a clever act that is not predetermined

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO

What particles ARE, with this list of ARE NOTS,                    ...

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Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not...

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Breathe in and out and don’t fall for the lies of society
We are breathing in pollution of poverty
Heartaches are blameless, but I am blameful 
Shattered and insignificant…left on the floor…wasteful

Apparently, you are different and better...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own...

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Simulations and Symphonies

Discussing life inside a simulation
Amalgamating strife with signs of humiliation
Confronting life with positive configurations
An enchanting wife that doesn’t need invitations

Caring for what others naturally overlook
A watchful parent, a well written book 
Beauty that...

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Mitchell: At this level, as with the rest, one might also find those who have stumbled down from a higher step on the crystal staircase from dancing too many tangos in their Manolo Blahniks, as...

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We see ourselves as that fire across the land;
a wall of words to wall out hurt or pain.
We create a story among ourselves to entertain,
experience awareness as a finger of approaching throb.
It is us we...

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Wine tears
Flowing through the contours of cheeks
To reach these valleys residing in heart
Listen
Let the echo jump into this abyss
Until it reverberates like a suicidal cry
And breaks like a rope 
Adamant on giving second chance to...

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I am an empty soul; I simply have no drive, it’s a wonder that I can survive
I am too depressed and I feel no rest; I always feel this pain deep in my chest
Life is...

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I decided to write Santa this holiday;
sent it care of his workshop, in the Milky Way,
for there were many things I wished to get from him,
though thought my chances of getting them were slim!

It was...

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Thank you for your attention. 
A blubbering idiot’s here. 
After I chose those that can be trouble for me. MY IDOL
just to better me in a conversational given verse.  
As I take note to...

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There are people who believe others should not have as much as they
regrettably, they are many of the same people who employ us. 

They do not understand that sharing has universal urgency
those that share are...

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In the realm where indigo flames are chased by the whims of wind,
The horizons have learned to spare my soul the thread of pain.
For the first time, of love I croon, a minstrel's virgin strain,
From...

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The Voice Within.

Somewhere in the depths of me,   in a place I cannot find.
    There lies the seed of longing,    for that to which I’m blind.
I feel...

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ODDS OF LOVE

Sometimes the heart can act strangely
And random emotions can lead to mistakes
And a moment of vulnerability
Can result in unnecessary heartbreaks

But sometimes the heart wants what it wants
Even though you know it's not guaranteed
A...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that...

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We throw away everything
We produce too much
We damage the earth 
We do ourselves a great harm 

A wasteful society we are
We use up and pollute
Sparing no thought for tomorrow

Earth is a bountiful place
It can meet...

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I feel angry,
Angry at the world surrounding me, 
Angry at the person I can clearly see,
Full of rage so ferrocious it blinds me, 

This pent up wrath that boils inside me,
Blasts out full force, an...

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My self-awareness is clear.
Blunt. 
It's ugly and painful. To call it enlightening, is putting it lightly.
Honestly though, it's relieving, intriguing, and totally necessary. 
Character building, and damn near life-saving.
They say "seeing is believing"... But what...

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[Absolutely not, by any stretch of the imagination,
based upon or influenced by or pertaining to any TV
or radio production known as, but not exclusively
limited to, “Sesame Street”… your honour!]
      ...

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Lying here numb staring at the walls of filth 
Waiting for the time, the moment of truth 
Its time now, I am going. So long! 
Ceremonious exile to the world I belong 

This wasteful existence...

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