Parallax Poems - Poems about Parallax

love songs soul sung endear young hearts have stung ego...

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Why’d you dig that hole George, are there rabbits down there? Too many Lennie like me they’re in despair Don’t be afraid to look now I’ll stand right behind Ok I will! George took out his gun all primed If I seem distant it’s not because I’m far I’ve always been here your binary star Two for one was always our...

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Astonished seeing wisdom in one so young, we hastened to correct parallax of sight, for did not this soul slowly climb rung by rung, the ladder of wisdom, now at zenith height? Our fault line is that we look at outer form, whilst the soul within has faced many a storm, life after life, reborn again and again, revealing a gem that...

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we fall and then rise correcting parallax changing tracks becoming wise...

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Perhaps my love’s lust, a deep desire to entwine, inflicting a benign burn. In the womb of space, two feathers orbit bliss beats, mirroring divine intent....

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How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit continuity of the sounds of silence, within organic form with which we identify, thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed, with memory imagery and conditioned belief, deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?...

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I had been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks as I enter, green tomatoes fry on a skillet. I throw my fedora, feed bread into a counter toaster. A woman appears, drying her hands. "You've found me in my old age - how impolite of...

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Parallax Past I am alone For sure, for now Almost as ever was Never again I have me I am field and plow Always as it is, because I am, again Around once more Parallax past Of all, amassing Wondering if all these years, too slow Are after all, too fast Trying not to lose myself In passing...

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You heed what’s preached, I observe beyond the pale We play cat and mouse, searching out our holy grails I see blackness and stars, with no end in sight You discern an inner sanctum, and eternal light Each of us ponder hard, unwavering in finding truth Yours a god of creation, mine the square of all roots We...

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. Every calibration I do, Blur to emerge the one weirdo. Every navigate does syntax, Oh, so higher at parallax. I creep with my scornful envy, And I know why they do beauty? Because of an anticlimax, Oh, so higher at parallax. All gassing awkward in my brain, Forever missing you the green. Fill in my cephalothorax, Oh, so higher at parallax....

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“thought rested awareness is not confined escape oh hermit, clutches of your mind” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Looks deceive being but an outer form, concealing within true essence of the self, which is revealed in stillness. The dweller of the void is free, witnessing waves rising and falling, knowing ebb and flow to be but a play. Our views rooted in narrow prejudice, derived from low animal instinct, confined to cognitive impulse, serving...

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I've been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks. Tomatoes fry on a skillet. I throw my Panama, feed bread into a counter toaster. A woman appears, drying her hands. "You've found me in my old age - how impolite of you." She says between disapproving...

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I've been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks. I'm a doppelganger of myself. Tomatoes fry on a skillet. I throw my Panama, feed bread into a counter toaster. A woman appears, drying her hands. You've found me in my old age - how impolite of...

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Is this the heart I'm meant to see? Is this always what I would be When you looked deep down into me And I thought I was free? What was human then? The perfect lie? The ways we'd always try And fail to deny Ourselves? Each other? Hand in hand Soul in soul An eye? For an eye? And tears Despair the only sin When we once Were Are...

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