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Strands of dried leaves that
hang about your neck,
they dance with each motion,
their bodies rustle in wonder.
Did you notice the stripes
on the bathroom walls?
Orange, cream,
rotten green,
shivering in the electric air.
My hands find the ground,
hard and cold,
they count each tile.
Three-hundred-thirty-five.
The interwoven lines that the tiles create
form the grid of life.
I am sitting on square
two-hundred-twenty-three.
Only a few left to conquer
until my trivial existence
is at an end.
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You reside behind my eyeballs,
but you most enjoy paralyzing my fingertips.
You feast on the thought-clots
plugging my brain.
You see what I once saw
because you watch what is stolen from me,
as I desperately grasp at what
was digested long ago.
When will my mind be freed?
When will my imagination be reborn?
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Where will you be in one-hundred years?
Dead.
Disintegrated, evaporated,
no one will know you lived.
Your name will exist for another human life to take,
your pictures, burned,
your relatives, perished.
You are non-existent from the moment you're born.
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There it stood,
torn from the threshold of life,
this mere device of atrocities,
this buttonhole that bleeds
your insecurities across
an ancient atlas.
It dies in the corner of your eye
as you solemnly glance,
yet make no movement to save it.
This is the terrible loss of belief
that leaves you glaringly empty,
no matter your desperation to retrieve it.
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An ancient city,
crumbling stone,
putrid stench,
hopeless sand.
Where is the green that once promised?
Where is the sky that gave birth?
The disappearence of clouds
is unpleasant.
They passed,
just as our ancestors
did long ago.
In the ancient city,
green is perceived
in shades of brown.
All other colors are non-existent,
just as our ancestors,
who lived long ago.
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R C Poem
Vacant
Blank
Longing
Expressionless
White.
The characteristics of the first
lonely fall of winter,
mirroring the depression
that one sometimes feels
at an empty dinner table.
Meal for two,
eaten by one-
the heart yearns for
a love sitting across.
Empty seat
Vacant
Expressionless
White.
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there is something in the air
that speaks to the piercing rain -
some giant, flailing whisp of interminable beauty.
the dazzling electroshock of occassional
sprinting spears,
wonderful in appearance,
sinister in execution.
the moon lingers in the water,
but disappears on land -
a delicate pool of illuminated sand
with no distinction from the blazing sun of tomorrow.
will the endless drops of rain destroy the
tiny wings of the moth?
so fragile and defenseless,
it finds shelter beneath my porch
and loses itself in the ceiling lamp.
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Gazing across this long
stretch of pavement,
my thoughts are fleeting.
Familiar acquaintances
appear as apparitions
on the illusion-soaked highway.
Have I been here before?
That's hard to determine.
The trees cast lonely shadows
on the sand.
The sun sparkles on each grain
and gives light to the darkness
felt deep inside one's soul.
One can scarcely find beauty
unless he ventures into
unspoiled nature,
where the sky is free
to harmonize with the land.
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Fluff your feathers, young bird.
Fly away.
You indeed have a life,
no matter that your mother
is dead.
Human consumption overtook her land so
flee!
You have no rights.
I, *****sapien, am god.
All land is mine,
your feathers are mine,
and the sticks you used to build your home.
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Impure bodies
drenched in artificial sadness,
the clock's ticking
coincides with each heartbeat.
Lies, deceit,
carelessness.
When will the world realize
that compassion heals war's wounds?
Compassion, not solely to fellow man,
but to all living creatures.
Peace imprints its path
on the weather-worn landscape.
All we must do, is
learn to follow it.
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