Short Inconsistencies Poems

Is the data congruent?
Is the hypothesis centrivical?
A mix of incongruent inconsistencies
Go back to the lab
Put in on a slab
Revamp the mix...

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Voided spaces 
Empty
Empty

Lost in white
Vast in whiteness

Blank expression
Senseless senseless

Far mirage, a point of reference 

Blank control,  no direction
Inconsistencies consistent...

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The encouragement of independent thought
there's always two sides to every story
religion is a cult most needed
a vatican of lies make the dark side more inviting
I was born to follow the left hand path
life is nothing but a mass of inconsistencies...

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Illusory inmates I'ying internal
intricacies initiate informal
invasives identifying 
incomparable inconsistencies
ill initiated incompatibilities, incomplete
incomprehensibly Ioa-ted introverted
intellectually inadequately 
involuntarily involved iconic idealisms....

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The time is here and now
To right the wrongs 
Show them how 

They are here to stay 
Embrace your life 
Make decisions today

Tomorrow comes fast
Regret is an ugly thing
You had control of past

The time is here and now
With your inconsistencies 
Family life takes the bow...

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Immortality looking invincible, 
Athena's arpon arsing shadows, 

Amazonite unfading Athenaeum species, 
A lasting blade for an immortal legacies, 

Fallacies befall the inconsistencies,
Fragrances crash the inconveniences... 

Extinction of lives is overturned by heavenly bliss,
Angels are guardian spirits, 

Humanity is saved,
Hell is dead....

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Millennial Madness

Millennial meltdowns dripping liquid assassins
Hollywood havens dressed in fictitious fashions
Political parasites promiscuous pretenders
Inaugural inquisitions collateral contenders

Suicidal secretions, soups of the day
Tantalizing tyrants, leading the way
Corrosive climates heating the score
Idiocentric inconsistencies waging the war.



Jan.19.2017...^WW^...

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Oh sleep,ye silent 
stealing of all conscious
that slips thru our minds
to capture dreams
to bring forth inconsistencies
a blur of schemes
that my wakeful mind
has no thought of
oh!ye steal our rest
and plunge our deepest
thoughts into mind
alternating images
to take our sleep
and leave us as tho
we have run a marathon
ye rambling,rumbling,tumbling
bits of logic
where nothing exist........

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The inconsistencies ~ life, death's enforce
as love's immortal framework spans divorce,
this rabid intercession teams remorse
from closeting my feelings, my discourse!

In apprehension's daydreams, I consign
emotional will's esteem as so refine,
and buckle my engender, nary's  twine
indigenous, the urge to seek divine!

A passion for the arts, love's closest mind
is pallid by all else . . . all else confined!...

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Throughout my young life
I've been taught the ways of God
I've never doubted the teachings
But now it strikes me as odd

The Holy Book as I've read
I can't take seriously
I don't mean to insult fellow followers
But it's shot with inconsistencies

Does it make me evil?
A Christian doubting his faith?
I'd like to believe my morals
Are silver anyway

I still believe in God
And to act to help the fellow man
But I cannot believe the book
That was written by human hands...

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Oh sleep!ye silent stealing of all conscious
that slips thru my mind
to capture dreams,to bring forth 
inconsistencies.
A blur of schemes,that my
wakeful mind has no thought of,
Oh,ye taker of rest!
that plunges our deepest thoughts
into mind alternating images,
to steal our essence,
like a tumble weed blowing 
across the land,
Oh,ye maker of dreams,
and builder of nightmares,
ye,rambling,rumbling,tumbling,
bits of logic.....
where nothing exist........

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I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely 
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.

I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.

The buttons on a blouse, 
the proportions of her face, 
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.


The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.

What will happen when I experience
The real world?

Get a grip
And grow up.
...

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