Rebel(A) Poems - Poems about Rebel(A)

...Playful spontaneity is frowned upon, looked upon as unbecoming for adults but vibrance of innocence cares not for scorn, as its pure childlike heart bliss emotes exults, living in the moment, e......

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...1 The human condition Since we’re mistaken we’re this body-mind, we are driven by animal desire, to the truth of our eternal light blind, fanning flames of raging lust, till we tire. ......

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...Just make believe And your dreams will set you free… Actually, it’s your sleep And blissful dreaming that sets you free In a la-la land of make believe. The real world doesn’t require belief ......

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...Absurdity, chaos, strife: The poet chooses virtuous reality. Sisyphus, a titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea: The thinker roughed by sand a solitary tree in a barren de......

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...If we be spirit and this form a vessel, affirming that we are boundless like vast space, thus resting thought flow, in our heart we nestle with pulsations of love, inpouring by grace. ......

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... One of my friends recently suggested I write one called “Cracker Jack” Who better than the cracker himself Who's wheels have left the track I've never professed to be poet In the i......

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...The seeker who seeks does not exist but to begin with, this truth is not known, so being accustomed to needless striving, the earth entity begins its God search quest, searching high and ......

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... as we float and gloat in destiny’s moat fears and desires as we quote and unquote in trance altering not our piquant circumstance although plunging into the void is our only chance bei......

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...(A gangster rap) Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate, Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate, In the hood's wild west, where rules bend, That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend......

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..." (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. " ......

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...Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus: I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters; he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charl......

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...In all my life that I've existed you see, I've never fit in anywhere, like it was meant to be. IMA now up there in my older year's, a misfitt that's been filled with laughter and so many tear's. ......

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...Snow is white He was born in a rather narrow-minded town that had strict rules for acceptable behaviour, no bars, no restaurant serving alcohol and no public display of affection. A Muslim schola......

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...Knower of truth visited not the church, for he was worn weary of sermons leaving heart in lurch by words dreary. He was not an atheist since he knew ......

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...For too long we have been twirled about by mind and we see now that we're still at the start line, since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind, mirroring desire that let's us......

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