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Best Poems Written by Phillipe Foucher

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Hopeless

Planes breaking like towers on 9/11
Is anyone in heaven labeled 7
Stuck in hell with a big gun on my belt 
Ready to fight my way out til I melt
Hell’s kitchen is not as bad as you'd think
Oppression bears black; a giant mammal
I just want to rip out tooth enamel 
Ramble about my condition as a slave
N***** they call me, my mind is a rave 
Luck’s lost on lucky leigh way left of love

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Sunday Afternoon In Florence

Dreams dashing in daring dragoon 
People prancing in purple picturesque paintings
Tourist touring transubstanciating terrain 
The world is not just an oyster
The world is my oyster 
Like a sunrise in aix 
Or a sunset in Florence 
It connects my inwardness to the vast labryinthe of world consciousness 
World capitals and ancient villas spread out before my soul 
I am the dreamer who dreamed himself into his dream and loved it so much it became true.

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Last 2 Grains of Sand

White washed world wishing wonders 
Did I see love that nostalgic night 
My eyes her cheeks my heart her aura 
Was it the true self longing for truth 
Or a hopeless heart seeking home in a foreign land 
Was it love or longing that pierced a lonely soul
Life is hard love is harder meaning 
Impossible 
Visions seen everyday love is shining in them all
Desire is a play and God is the audience 
Dreams are in hour glass; two grains of sand remain 
Two lovers full of exhilaration not knowing where they're 
Falling 
Fanatics face full grown facade with funny facts 
What will life become?

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Outside

Born on the outside of the world 
Everything seems so strange 
Never felt like I belonged 
Success is the only thing that keeps me tethered to the absurdity 
The pain of fading consiousness in the last lap is the only reality 
Everything else is trapped in another world... Don't know where don't know why don't know how

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A Light Nightmare

A Light Nightmare
My soul lays dormant in the chamber of a revolver
Silent, still, ready to explode into the oblivion of violent death
Fear keeps the shiny metallic surface of my being a compact shell
The last traces of love have vanished with the light of a dimming reality
My dead eyes move and perceive but refuse to see
My hands shake with the tremble of fear playing a dull melody
BANG! The light floods into the void, the universe is born
Sweat, tears, longing, anger, sadness, hate, repentance, forgiveness, love
Ego dissolves, life force flows through the ether
I hear radar waves pulsing hitting my sailing soul
Again and again without end and without change
My eyes begin to open and peek through the crusty curtain of sleep
I reach over impulsively and turn the alarm off on my phone
My hands no longer shake and the illusion of the revolver has left
The light pours in like a cold bucket of water
Did I escape the metal encasing of my soul?
Is this the light I saw after the BANG!
Am I in heaven?
Or hell?
Or simply being with the image of nothingness haunting my dreams

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Cain's Cain

Spirit made it rain
Wisdom like old man with cain
Your fruit was too sweet

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Lens

The world is a really messed up place.
Everyone has a point of view.
People get rich and famous by creating a point of view that promises happiness.
Needing an escape people adopt a point of view that's not their own.
They live a life that's not their own.
How does it feel to put on someone else's glasses?
It's the same with living a LIfE that's not your own.
Nausea and disorientation become the standard.
Find the glasses that work for you.
Or take off the ones you're wearing.
Vision is the beginning of liberation.
To see the world through your own eyes.
To fall in love with that vision. 
That is happiness.

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Dark Heart Word Art

Dark Heart Word Art

She stole my heart, loves flood, no ark
Red lipstick, brown flesh, heart marked
I drew my breath directly from my heart
Art starts in the dark randomly quarked 

Searing black whole, nothing escapes
Too big to exist, love’s massive void
Passed out, drunk off bliss from her sweet grapes
Her piercing stare from eons away, mystery I couldn’t avoid

I used to be human but what am I now?
Deep water’s darkness soul silent and suffocated
Fields of abundance, she stole my plow
Spirit fled hungrily as the ego masturbated

Commandments, I’m done with this, love's hypothesis
Our triangle had a space, wholly trinity, no Pythagorus