Confusion Poets Poems

Awakened by song of long distant voice,
a beam of light cuts the abyss.
Serenades calling, the lost and the falling,
sneaking into lives gone far amiss.

The sound...

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My mind spirals with murky metaphors 
In kaleidoscopic circles where
Graphite moon-walks through magnified pain
Reaching a piercing sphere noisier than
A whirling maelstrom wrapped
In fluorescent fogs of...

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I do not know the different forms of poetry
To be honest I have no desire to ascertain
So many forms and so complicated
To much confusion for...

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Nothing I do will change things no matter how hard I try 
Sometimes the only option you’ve left me is to say goodbye 
Sometimes no...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Finely-tuned eyes; transparent disguise
Charisma in lies concealing blue eyes
I know you’ll have questions for likely suspects
You’ll squeeze all your snitches for everything left

But, reading this...

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In the future, my face remains blurred,
Never to be cleared, my fate incurred.
Yet, my focus on the camera's lens,
Is a riddle yet unsolved, my dear...

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Remember all those rebel poets
    and their bizarre ways
  How they spooked their stodgy elders
    with contra-poetic displays

...

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Blind who thinks to see
What do you want? 
When I show you love in my  right hand 
And showing the truth in my left hand...

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Space n Time
Out of place

Things are out of grace

Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore 
Losing all trace

Out of our time within our space
Everything is sublime...

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Black Lives Matter is a statement of love not statement of hate 
So, please erase the confusion from your face
But they can't hear because they're...

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This room is odd…
Do I remember it? 
This house is big but surely…

I have been in this room before
The paintings are odd in subject matter,
Execution,...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Here at the heart of the darkest day 
Darkest light at noonday and midnight 
The shadows show the holes to a different realm 

A different...

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