Philosophy Prison Poems

The follies of fools 
The lord of fools 
The fools that are lords
a leader of the damned 
Insane the minority of minions 
Deplorable and disdained...

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The government owns my soul derwhile
Their promises to my delf
Their order dare-find where place would mount
When clotters are claised ornount

That all the time I spend...

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Chaos of mind Eating, inching, scratching, crawling. 
Deteriorating the tissue of my mind. 
Enveloping miasmic corporeal vibrations. 
Sounds that stretch, twist, and creak. 
Leaking emissions...

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The labyrinth


Wrapped up in my web of lies
There is nothing I truly trust
Corrupted by what I despise
This heart has turned to dust
I am lost within...

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He stares into the lighthouse fire
an ant in the hole
Against his throat rests the wire
a life that his beloved stole
When suddenly the sparks' igniter
is pieces...

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The knowledge seekers roam
across world’s rivers, mountains,
and deserts, searching for answers.

They question: “why do roses bloom?”
“when did winds start blowing?”
“where did fire come from?”…..

Piles of...

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Five Senses? 
Why would I want them if

Touch is weak when it goes through the invisible body.

Smell is not offering enough of substitute for the...

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Which Group?

Just because i believe that Jesus lived, 
And was crucified by the government, 
Doesn’t mean I’m a Christian stone eyed, 
Since the incarnation is...

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The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never...

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I reached out for the songs
you gave the sons of men
They said it heresy
and wouldn’t let me in
They were the raging valiant men of old
and...

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And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin...

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Already starving, might as well be an artist
a defaulted choice brought by resisting my hardest
Is this movement I want my take-off or my landing?
Will it...

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A prison of fear
Walls pretty, safe and glass clear
Still a prison here...

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The quicksand of life ever flowing
struggle to be bound within its knowing
liberation lies beyond the illusion controlling...

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All hope lost. In the mind of the betrayer, all is normal.
Strung across the pale blue, these clouds pink and vibrant.
Abandoning all hope for the...

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