Mechanism Poems - Poems about Mechanism

Wall goes quickly up, Shielding fragile inner self, Safety sought within. ©bfa042925 ...

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How do you sleep and so easily settle your mind? Isn't there a traffic of noise that's loudly whirring inside? How do you remember all those important tasks? I wonder how it feels to complete what's asked. How do you calmly listen and not talk too fast? How does it feel to have friendships that last? How...

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In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound, A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound. A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows, A chilling truth the merry words refuse to keep. The body lies unseen, a weight upon the air, A stark reminder whispered, a burden hard to bear. Yet mirthful sounds erupt, a careless, joyous cry, A dissonance...

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Colony operating mechanism Christianity played bad role in Africa As most European pastors and priests were investigators and informers of the regime. as some believers were made spies by some churches leaders. some people who went  to repent their sins To majority ministers were astonished to see the police officers on their doors after repentance. Yoh! majority ministers were working for...

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“Hope propels the internal mechanism in us. The big picture keeps it in continuous motion.” - Quote by Poet ...

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Since childhood, as alexithymia struck my soul. I kept all my hopes a secret, hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams. I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows, but life has finally caught up with me, Like a fast car overtaking recklessly, leaving me behind in the slow lane - and I'm running out of fuel. I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights, fatigued from...

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On the inside of the doohickey is the cogwheel thingamajig. And that thingamajig keeps the thingy working well. It turns and cranks and circles around and round like the second hand on an analog face clock. On the inside of the workspace office are the people that run the show, and even if they have the most expensive of mechanisms will be a...

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In the opaque night of agony across the extant landscape I take the ordained journey forsaken, the track out of travail through the illusive time I lose in the tortuous dismal tangle of torment. Introspection unshackles me out of the abyss of despair for the inward travel through the layers of consciousness, where the soul perceives the...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me. I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree. I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock. but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock. There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree. Each day is a struggle...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms, yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss. When one confront internal mechanisms, whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss. A conundrum conspires an endowed soul, behooves postmortem liken achievement. Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole, an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent. Newborn bid...

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if you could last a day inside the body of the lovesick-shell of a human i turn into when i'm in love i would applaud you allow me to show you a preview first: as one might think loving someone and being in love are two vastly different experiences whereas no matter how hard i try to avoid...

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Memory engulfs us, absorbs, regurgitates... but never returns the true feeling purport ...

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Which one can muster? now? lines red, blue, black ... in colours oblivions? always same metamorphosis like a shepherd of one sheep who has colours to brush it to consternation if out of one thousand brushes a light to be absorbed may be only forty six and seven or indigo poets are scarce today because nothing succour is honey here safe...

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Emotions*** It is easy for me to let my emotions govern my behavior, as I cope with my emotions. Carefully, I am following the instructions of my Compass Health Clinician 111. Greg Richardson. Greg is mainly a science fiction writer, who is looking for an editor. Perhaps he will sell his first books on Amazon...

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Gorging upon self-indulgence while your soul lies starving in the corner Dissociatively liberated from consequence as the host endures accountability Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction (an accessible and depraved fantasy) and basking in its soothing narratives whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient Dipping sporadically into a permeable realm of artificial favorability Detaching yourself from that which exists to experience that which is merely theoretical...

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