Short Overloading Poems

CONSUMED

obsessive oppressive addictions

overloading another’s afflictions

oblivion optimizing restriction









(Copyright© April 2013- Kim van Breda)...

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Human
              terrified, inconsequential 
          hindering , declining, overloading
      Civilization, Growth, Tech, Paranoia
       expanding, progressing, upgrading  
                   focused, essential  
                         Computer....

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Demented hall of dream crashers 
scented thick with calamity; 
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt, 
tormented by a lack of serenity; 

Swirling thoughts sit overloading 
looming darkness calls backup; 
Beckoning for you to quit, 
forgetting idealists never give up....

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Your mind cannot be replaced 
Keep it at a steady pace 
Blinkers on to keep it strong 

You cannot control what’s going on
You’re here and now is yours to know
Thoughts and action’s moment control 

Feelings of peace
Feelings of love
All other feelings give them a shove...

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The kaleidoscope effect
of summer's weathered haze
A kiss from unremembered love
hangs loosely overhead
Faces shadowed by greed
morph into enlightened hope
Emphatic
Karmatic
Bittersweet bliss
Hippie twirl
Patchouli scent
Overloading all senses
Holding hands
Embracing summer's greedless
heart...

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Thoughts are growing
going faster
twisting spinning
a disaster
jumping thumping
bumping banging
alarms are ringing
clinging clanging
mental meltdown
overloading
whirlwind
brainstorm
mind exploding!

Brain brain 
go away
Robin doesn't
want to play
you just have
too much to say
save it for
another day!...

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Inside me, only those
unfelt memories 
are coming, enveloping me
I feel open ,raw
Under a sheet 
Enticed to impossible senses 
overloading me
Undoing my armor
Breaking every tight
Intense secret,
Oh, my unravelling 
Hidden answers to
Everything kept inside
While over an unthinkable
Period always so evil,So intense,
pain overcomes me until morning
As light eases me, into releasing. 
Over,done until tonight...

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I think nothing of the insecure 
mistruths that inhabit your sight.
Fermenting like aged peaches and rye placed 
upon an invisible shelf.
To question oneself is to admit that nothing 
can be known, is truth
 in itself.
Long forgotten pasts hibernate in the mind 
obscuring the view of our eyes, 
pulsating, thriving to survive 
their primitive habitat.
Overloading your image of reality 
to contain their misconceptions, 
once known truths....

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