Art Pollution Poems

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 perfect imitation of a pilot in motion
cautiously pushing forward, paying attention
to all details is a trick of the virtual imagination...
using agile hands, as if...

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I
If I could share this picture with you
I would, my dear writers, Beloveds -
Because Earth births us again & again
Long after burial, giving back, post-death
Nature...

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TRIED
VIALS
FISHY
IN 
THREE...

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What is born in the thermals of a barren land
A spiral of destruction sublime

(I feel its power seeping into the ground)

Across the seas, it comes...

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The eyes are the window into the soul.
A passageway into the darkest nights 
of deepest dreams.

To the eternal nightmares of ancient lands
Where streets run as...

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Wickedness can be use for rapists 
But what will one attach to plagiarists?...

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Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build. 

Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate, 
Be your own rafter till...

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To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower 
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain

Stretching to the vaults of heaven 
to...

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Only my mind fields detonates and resonates
Decipher’s a threads of tangled words 

Angry angels in the aftermath 
The glow of wraths fate radiate 

Sealed in...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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What right is it 
of Man to challenge 
creations unknowable plans… 

Is it not the will of vanity 
to keep all in the dark 
or...

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I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the...

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There shall never be another dawn…
Never another day to greet your family 
Or hold the ones you love dear
You will never know the coming nightmare
Or...

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