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Teddy Bare Poem
Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground.
anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound.
acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules!
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
balanced insanity, becoming partially undone.
just when they think it's over, it has only just begun!
with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way.
i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality.
but, my heart is burning cold,
through colorless kaleidoscope.
because everything is lost,
since we gave up hope.
it's a comedic tragedy,
a Common abnormality.
what goes up, must surely fall.
and when it's mother on the line...
no one takes the call.
consistently inconsistent, with critical acclaim.
explicitly ambiguous, pretend you're not the same.
diminutive giants, diligent in our sloth.
cheerfully cynical, the authentic replica.
binging on moderation, are the charlatans of truth.
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe.
if you're a deaf listener, something just might penetrate!
but use direct circumvention, from point A onto point B.
for doubting are believers, in divided unity!
Copyright © Teddy Bare | Year Posted 2010
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A ship of souls lost
concealing an ocean.
in space between thoughts
the speed of slow motion.
please hear the sound
of the visibly shaken.
a thief wears the crown
the builder is breaking.
just a handful of souls
of windows and walls.
in the shimmering hour
of old father's pause.
while guardians of being
are too busy sleeping.
a listening tree seems
the last willow weeping.
we are the terrorist
and the laughing child.
it's our mirrored bliss
but, your crafty smile.
as my skeleton moans
he must sell his skin.
and paint all his bones
with some charlatan.
mind over matter?
well i think not!
if there's something the matter
with the one I've got.
but, i choose to believe
my spirit transcends.
it's too hard to conceive
this is where it ends.
Copyright © Teddy Bare | Year Posted 2011
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The jagged, blinding whiteness?
the weeping face of divinity.
the center of forgiveness?
the ripple of infinity.
A victim of our circumstance?
a pain is self inflicted.
in a burning room we dance.
an ignorance depicted!
For in the darkness, the spirit grieves.
with great strife will she endeavor.
drowning in the stagnant seas.
should our eyes be closed forever.
Copyright © Teddy Bare | Year Posted 2010
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