Preoccupied
Dive deep into my thoughts
And tell me what you’ll unravel.
Have you lost your way in your search
Or got tangled in a tight web?
“The mess is my fault, I know,
I’ve been there.”
You see, the seeds that I’ve sowed,
Oh, how they have sprawled - relentlessly.
Beyond the control of mind,
From where they were conceived.
“To be lost
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Categories:
preoccupied, introspection, psychological, stress,
Form: Free verse
Preoccupied With the Faults of Others: Stay In Your Lane
Some people come to church just to be seen
No Holy nor any Ghost in them can be gleaned
Now Jesus was in the temple
Teaching a class
Until some Pharisees came to Him
Acting like an ass
They presented a woman to Him
Whom they say committed adultery
Trying to set a trap attempting
To rebuke His sovereignty
Jesus drew a line in
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Categories:
preoccupied, inspirational, wisdom,
Form: Didactic
Venomously Preoccupied
The venomously preoccupied,
They know what they're doing.
Nor do they weep, or sit down for their pudding.
Not one bird's chirp, a call from the neighbour;
Nor a simple request or an ask for a favour
Can pull this man's mind out of its infereal labour.
For what I stated at the start isn't entirely true.
That's how the world works,
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Categories:
preoccupied, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Avalanche Preoccupied
I think I get it:
You want me to swallow your acidic avalanche.
Those billion frantic snow globes
of brilliant-clownish confusion.
You want me to rebuild your burned-out shrines.
Atop broken blue glacial climbs.
Straddle boulders of swaybacked hope and jagged stones of regret.
You wish me to inhale the barbs of shadows
and the velocity of your death.
You want me
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Categories:
preoccupied, arabic, art, feelings, natural
Form: Rhyme
Preoccupied Communicator
Solitary writer
My instruments here before me
In my hands
For my mind to roam
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Categories:
preoccupied, on writing and words,
Form: Lyric
Preoccupied
I am preoccupied with corridors,
Sci-fi canyons with automatic doors,
Leading to spaces of silence
Wherein the one who bore me lies.
The TV fills a visual frame,
Yet the sound is never on,
24 hrs a day, mute dramas and
Bulletins lip synch to nothing,
Whilst, like a profane flag
The graphic observation chart
Hangs statically at the foot of the bed.
Sometimes I
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Categories:
preoccupied, death, life,
Form: Blank verse