Metaphor Truth Poems

Balance is difficult for me -- 
generally leaning one way 
or the other

if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer, 

wanting to capture sunset

squeeze...

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You stripped the jungles of the world
You blew the hunting horn
You chased the beasts out of the field
You pricked the bloody thorn

You drove the leper...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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Sweet bread, pure pleasure.
Most awesome of creation!
New life -forever!...

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Like the nectar of a ripe peach taste,
is the outcome of a word well placed.
For truth as it begins to unfold,
is understood only if correctly...

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Time is a river that flows endlessly
Carrying memories and dreams along the way
Sometimes it is calm and gentle, sometimes it is rough and stormy
But time...

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As the peacock-sage 
waves of whimsical peace
faded in silence's 
pale watercolors, 
I masked my 
eerie eyelashes, 
with drifting 
angel-mist smog. 
For, I sensed the 
wistful...

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When random thoughts are bombarding a mind,
Cohesiveness among them is hard to find.
Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams,
Even what is seen, is not...

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you put your silks and satins 
in me, a darkened abattoir
I see your pain, a summer crisis
staring sometimes for minutes
it's a love hate relationship
it's a...

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Might we stretch our arms out
to reach one another someday,
and the world would be held.

Maybe unite the lands
with the power of our hands,
and wish we...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose...

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10/9/2023

i know i am capable of loving 
i can feel it when i’m in love
whether it’s with the warmth of a hand in mine, a...

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So unapologetic 
not like I could carry all my shame

Here’s to a better future!
one that we’re not in…

I’m tracking patterns through the water system,
a river...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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This lonely language of silence—
An unending soliloquy in the mind’s dark forests
Where pain and misery grew, and nobody knew
Nobody ever hears the growth of agony...

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