Confusion Senses Poems

There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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fascinated by the things
hovering in the punishing
sky. both the wicked and winged,
or the bare and featureless. pulled
along in a conveyor belt parade,
a silent march in...

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Do you hear it? Do you hear the nothingness
Not a single word, not one solitary word at all
So that a teardrop sobs in the void...

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There is this hypothesis
I unjustly
and perhaps traumatically
just made hard and patriarchally up
is not down 
and retentatively not out
soon enough for healthy comings 
and goings

A ridiculous...

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taste my pencil fingers.
can you taste the poem I wrote for you?
the poems I may still write?
why the sour look?
tastes like scat?
sorry wrong hand....

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AGAPE LOVE
There's a heart of infinite love
Which reaches down to man
But oh we have a tarnished view
Of our great Creator's plan
The Father sent His Son...

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FIVE SENS(LESS) FAITH

Five senses lessen Faith,
In your calculative confusion you bath.

It doesn't consider your mind-state
But wait...Your faith will determine your fate.

Faith makes a fool of...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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Surfacing with gasping breaths,  
as subtle as exhaling whispers
Subtle as flutter-by touches, I felt it,  
and that is how I noticed you.
a ghrá!...

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Breathe: inhale the sky, the song, the peace
Feel the rush of light, the sensations of grace

Breathe: exhale the smile, the chuckle, the laugh
Touch the brilliance...

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Revitalizing Aging Senses



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These objects are my blood and bone 

they gather in my dark history a voyage   

through turbulent sea and tyrannical lands 

I hide...

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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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In silence, as nausea passes 
as I crawl into a corner shaking 
head violent visions 
of somewhere or something.

Flashing nano fire of my spine 
flaying...

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