Places Philosophy Poems

I am not hardened by your strong sense of will 
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my...

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We the people have had enough
Of insurrection and tyrannical stuff

Enough of scarcely getting by
Enough of the perpetual lie

Enough witnessing impoverished places 
Enough viewing despair on...

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Weaving Work I

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Bilocation is a term that pecks at my mind's tree
Seeking to make a hole and create a nest of fables
Laying eggs of verity and hatching...

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I often sit and ponder
On what our lives could someday be, 
If we truly understood
The hearts of everyone we see.

We pass by many strangers
In all...

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It makes me sad
to read such wonderful prose
hidden only cause many seem impaired
lighting dimmed
softness fades
missing true gems, for glittered dreams

Like ones travels
explore
discover hidden Lanes
quiet places...

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...Jack watched her go, rather confused,
he looked to Johns and said, “That’s strange…”
Johns nodded, said, “It will made sense,
there’s much that I have to explain.”

He...

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Here, general life is hideous,
All the well-paid jobs tedious,
Robbers determined to loot,
The Robbed determined to shoot.
You’re wasting time as you shout,
The Nice option: To get...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden...

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The Song of the Sea

Oh, hear the song of the sea so free,
That echoes through the waves and the lee,
It whispers of stories untold and...

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"The Road Less Traveled"

Not all roads diverge in a wood,
Some lead to places misunderstood.
They wind and twist, never straight,
Leading us to a different fate.

While others...

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Time is indeed changeable...
but here, not a reference to
Einstein's Sense equated

for when time ages, it quickens – 
looses elements, as an older
body looses functions of...

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poems hatch
on a park bench 
dedicated to a dead man

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda...

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Please, take me by my hand and show me what the subtle lining of a cloud really looks like. 
For being with you brings tears...

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Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for...

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