Seasons Psychological Poems

Do you ever feel like
There is an emptiness inside you
An emptiness 
That drains the light out of everything?
A black hole

Life in grayscale
Colors faded
Flavors muted
Voices distant

except

One...

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Within the chambers of the skull, a hidden world resides,
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams, where reason often hides.
A mental landscape, vast and deep, with...

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They tell me to let it go
Thoughts leaves on a stream
In the grove of trees
Lies my willow golden
Blown by winds and rain
By a reaching brook
Leaves...

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My left-brain dominant challenge
begs for a worldview
of unconditional warm regard

Which sometimes feels uncomfortably warm
through heated confrontations
confused about whose voice is rightfully speaking
respectfully with whom

And who...

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You could tell me your differences,
beat me down with distortions,
in-between fundamentally certain
of Either/Or
Yes or No
Stop or Go;
and never "and"

You also faithfully know sacred reasons
for secularized...

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A Season for war
We rage in twilight…

At the edge of our reason.
Winter surges at the realm,
Summer comes to slay,
Spring tries to heal,
Fall loves the decay.

Black...

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Azure crystalline, fragile and rare are the skies far above the wind is sharp clear. I see in their touch of sunlight white, still pure...

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of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky 

His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of...

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Winters night
Here we sit on a cold winters night
The fire burns bright 
we watched as the flames dance 
create illusions of life
Secret dreams and Demons...

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Weapons of mass destruction 
a time for mass production 
this is the way the world will end 
in silence, this is the way the world
is...

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We dream of rain
In the setting sun 
in the season of one.
A wildest west and a withered crest, 
the coat of arms. 
A falcon and...

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When the earth was new.
Mans grand grime: age old
When the earth was stew.
Before eternity was logged...
To keep track of the passing seasons.
Man dwelled with the...

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Tilting in the breeze 
branches sway to and fro 
to the rhythm under the world 
a delicate snow to autumn breeze 
rushing here, there 
breaking...

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Morning! Sunrise! Fresh happiness arrives!
With dawn and songs of birds existence thrives!
Music and hymns from holy shrines do gong!
Each plant, tree, flower, and fruit adds...

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Critics experience Taoist governance
and communication systems
as heartless 
yet somehow Bohmian mindful

Others, more kindly Bodhisattva
and Messianic embracing,
might know Taoist
nondualistic both/and thinkers and feelers
renowned for win/win optimizing...

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