Rose Psychological Poems

What better way to describe psychological warfare,
It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there.
Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust...

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In the labyrinth of the mind, shadows dance and whispers weave,
Where thoughts like twisted vines, entangle and deceive.
A battlefield of neurons, firing in a orchestrated...

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it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~

that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 

enlivening silence sets our soul free ~

vibrant in the...

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Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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Down distance streets distant days obscured 
Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal 
Rusted eons have fallen machines dead

In their stance flies flicker...

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…is a cat not the totem of love

your physical contact generates feelings
were the neurons release 
the feeling for good vibes
peace, harmony 

by stroking soft gentle...

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Thunderheads tumble 
in from the north
the sky is 
Dull lead dark 
at its core a storm 
waiting to be born
Thunder clouds like
that of different deities...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and...

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The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.

Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a...

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flowers of iron
I rust 
flowers of glass 
I shatter 
flowers of Jade 
I lust
flowers of crimson
I tower 
I watch the rays of the sun break...

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Trust is a rose
to be offered to the courted woman...
The sage offers a wise woman,
But fools offer the smart women...
The fake ones offer the faithful...

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humble observer
as the world
spins
around me

i step
in and out
to readjust
my focus

it’s a fine balance
as i walk
the tightrope
of sanity

i hold on preciously 
to the delicate flower
that is...

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