Long Whipping post Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall.
 The past that you keep bringing up I don’t recollect at all
You must’ve been there in my missing years writing notes down on the wall
Tell...

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I HAVE BEEN TWO PEOPLE

I have been two people, maybe more,
devised ways to meander through the
lives of those I’ve touched.

These encounters have not all been pleasant.
I have been defender, protector, anger’s liaison,
pained deflector of the...

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why …

why do we careless creatures
hold on so tightly?
tears are not poisonous
they will not etch our face with the
afflictions they carry
but they WILL assuage its acidity -
why not let them roll?
we … are ambiguity’s toys
for...

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why …

why do we careless creatures
hold on so tightly?
tears are not poisonous
they will not etch our face with the
afflictions they carry
but they WILL assuage its acidity -
why not let them roll?
we … are ambiguity’s toys
for...

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Shallow Man



I am for want of a better explanation
A stupid and inconsiderate man

For all my confessions I profess to love
I am selfish
Thoughtless

I hide behind eloquence
Poetry I write deceives my heart
But the mirror shows me up...

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Whipping post

Didn't  you watch the on coming storm,  alchalic words ! blew
Dry into my wired mouth , the art of conversation is stilled, while
Your streets soon boiled in fury  , watched by...

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In a Nutshell

The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.

Blood ran on the whipping post,
That my sickness may be healed.
The story has been often...

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Smug, callous you  stand beneath the smoldering rays of stifling sun, 
to denounce your connection to those more vulnerable than you.   
Have you forgotten the times when desecrated hummers stood smoldering 
against...

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I am tied to the whipping post
and whipped because I am standing still
because of a conglomeration of thoughts
that require a hint of understanding and will
You close your mind and make your demands
I feel a stripe
I...

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Murder on a Hilltop!

In a far off place my Captain died;
Upon a distant hill.
He was murdered, beaten like a dog,
They exhibited their kill.

Blood ran on the whipping post.
And the scoffers mocked with glee.
The Devil danced...

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I am tied to the whipping post
and whipped because I am standing still
because of a conglomeration of thoughts
that require a hint of understanding and will
You close your mind and make your demands
I feel a stripe
I...

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Why always must you be this way
All in Disarray...  Wounded, weary target
These conquests are foolish ends you choose
You bare to bruise... Vulnerable, Volatile Heart
Profiling Men who suit you worst
Your romantic tastes, a burdened curse...
Lonely,...

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This is the last straw
The last cold slap in the face
The last hard swallow of total disgrace
I'm tearing down this whipping post
And disappearing from your ghost
And all your constant belittling boasts
This is my own life...

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I think about you almost every day
Remembering your birth as the memories fade

So grown up in pictures taken
I hope you know she's been mistaken

Empty feelings
I loved your more than most
See you fading 
Like a ghost

Bitter...

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Because i said i love you 
You declared your war on me
Like giving permission to bring to ruin
The heart inside of me.

People who dont know me
Would never treat me as you do
But its ever since...

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The First One Through The Door
Is The Last To Fall Behind
Our Eyes Locked Forward
Bound By The Undefined
Perceptions Fade Quiet
And Dreams Fall Before
Our Hearts Broke Open
As We’re Passing Through The Door

An Age Of Conformation
Desensitized And Surreal
A...

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When did I become the whipping post,
for your weaknesses and shortcomings.
You've plucked a few of my low moments.  
Into an eternal mantra of all your defeats.
I Never said I perfected the art of perfection.
I...

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