Short Inapt Poems

To be well, is to have Doors opened
             close the inapt doors
             attempt to do it right
            untangle from the mistakes...

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Tormented soul
And the poetries sleeping underneath.
Prosecuted silhouette,
And the senses slough off and weep.
Deep inside a cage
It wants a hibernation.
Throw some sorry look
Penetrating an inapt haze.
Serpentine days pass by
Followed by strangled nights.
And, then it wants to breathe,
Under the warmth of ragged poetry....

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Intuition snaps a thin slice.
A shortcut fast and frugal.
It rules with thumb, feels with gut,
both unconscious and instinctive.
It takes the best, 
what it knows is apt and really matters.
It ignores the rest, 
what it knows is inapt and just claptrap.

So hold your gaze in contemplation.
Delay your blink, not to think,
but to let your instincts make snap decisions.
The instant you blink,
that's it, 
it's done, 
shuttered and dusted....

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It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man 

who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency

yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor

when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear

I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten

yet I do not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour...

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