Uncreated Poems - Poems about Uncreated

...Endless and obscure the labyrinth of existence is, when the conflict with self-truth drags on and on. Dispiriting is knowing not even a sketch was life, before All emerged from the oceans of......

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...No name no echo only blood flowing skin without edges as you stumble through life the breach within a wound opaque origin before form missing beat when you believe you feel a hol......

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...Scattered without wind as though on wings gmo seeds land on lava rocks and icy hills will there be spring? Aged old wheel shooting double beams lowers lid on eye turning noon to night wi......

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...I preach to others to write and sing, to soothe the pain that rises like fog over a mountain, I lend them my ears, baptizing my tattered sheet of paper in their crystal tears, their poetry and mu......

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...In waiting for you, my love, the seasons have snowed in black and white, The landscape of our time together has been painted in trenches of lingering silences, And every moment without your voice, ......

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...All unknowingly we cultivate, create wild flowers and garden escapes from all those restless hours of an ambiguous life. Tomorrow happens, it picks up our discarded clothes dresses sloppily ......

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...their bodies were present but their eyes were scanning a screen, their faces devouring the blue light, of the small machines in their hands- they were nothing less than walking zombies. they t......

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...With the passing of each second adds to another minute of being without your and that adds up to the hours we apart, the hours apart turn into days, month's and even years. Years that are lost to the......

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...As climate pathology peaks toward climax conditions LeftBrain privileged blindness and deafness, tastelessness replacing savoring, Absence of green and sea salty blue fragrance, bereft o......

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...When I peer through the windows of my eyes, so desperately I want to know who I am. What is the cause of my being? At times I feel formless and empty, a collection of memories. Maybe, no more......

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...When I Peer through the windows of my eyes, So desperately I want to know who I am. What is the cause of my being? At times I feel formless and empty, A collection of memories is that all I am ......

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...Time, space, Being toppling over; The pivot of nothingness. I exist here in the moment, moment by moment. This is where the many become one, I want to say I stood at the void and looked with a c......

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...A blank mind, focusing on disappearing pages. A pen looks for a rewind, taking back mistakes of the ages. Yet nothing is swirling, nothing comes to thought. An empty hand curling, with words th......

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...The meditation of an unslept night, dancing to the music of silence. Waiting for that unseen sight and my visions to form an alliance. To create the uncreated art, searching in worlds unexpl......

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...When does ambiguously free verse also become emphatically political verbing verse? I was emphatically reading pieces ambiguously written about my sons, to my oldest son's girlfriend. The l......

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