Confusion Symbolism Poems

A pretty flower solitary in an abandoned field of endless weeds
-unpicked by a weed lover, who is unfaithful.
A long zigzagging crack on a ruined wall
containing...

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Aye kid, Baby joe
You should know the norms
The world is filled with phonies
Shouting behind the curtains
Do nothin but only to blame

Aye kid, little joe
Cover your...

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Chisel away at the brick,
Seen through dark rings,
One's fading bliss,
Never too old to glimpse that sensual feeling,
Behind closed doors,
My eternal wanting ignored,
Or not allowed to...

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Behold! Father sets before you a blessing and a curse
    Then he says, 'Choose the blessing; you could do worse.'

  'Am...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Broken promise wounds
Sting with ease of negligence 
Weak and frail I plead
From the ground where you left me
Forsaking cranes fly above...

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From nothing, zero to one 
My inner universe begun 
As these thoughts arrived 
To decode and decide the passage of daily life 
Sifting through perceptual...

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Can you master the long maze,

the twists and 	turns in the haze, shapes and deceptions that daze?
			Life has tiny cuts and blocks,
							passages under
	keys and locks.		Daring...

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Not pied but a piper of a different sort,
	Partakers tend to frequent cuff and court.
	He seldom leads prefers to follow,
	Decorates flesh while insides hollow.
	
	And slowly...

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Who will I become
it's the middle of the night
I've been here before...

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This room is odd…
Do I remember it? 
This house is big but surely…

I have been in this room before
The paintings are odd in subject matter,
Execution,...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Here at the heart of the darkest day 
Darkest light at noonday and midnight 
The shadows show the holes to a different realm 

A different...

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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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