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Jovial Vigilante Poem
I smile - I smile every time
But, I smile once she's past
I wonder why she's never smiled back.
We talk - we talk every time
But, we talk when she's past
I wonder why she's never answered back.
Maybe she does smile,
Maybe she does answer back,
But, maybe she only does it when she's past.
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Singularity of transparency
bias; one sided,
and hiding -
Apparently.
Voyeur de schadenfreude,
suddenly;
study me
Where's Sigmund Fraud, huh?
Social entrapment;
Find a Nietzsche -
in a market?
Huh, no reaction.
Not a segment of perception,
derives from solace;
still worried -
now recreating conceptions.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
These four walls wonky;
Dali's work as read by Noam Chomsky.
This clock; which clock?
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Philosophical influence
Vs
Idiotic affluence
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"James, never include
quotes in a haiku poem"
my teacher once said
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Morning has broken - Warning system rebooting - Yawning terminated
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the walls listening
silence echoing throughout -
void personified
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total decimation:
bodies hide in shrouds of dust -
gesture politics
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you perceive aggression
although I portray passion
lost in translation
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Crimson rivers flow in baron lands,
Whilst money grows in another's hands.
Like scenes seen in a sepia age,
Sandstorms rage; Rust, dust & beige.
The air riddled with whistles,
Not of joy, but of ballistic missiles.
The decay of today fades,
Lost among the decay of an age.
Lands will be re-trodden,
And these natives re-forgotten.
Modern arms now litter the paths,
Along with modern legs, lungs & hearts.
Was this scene foreseen in the forefathers’ eyes?
Because this scene has just seen four fathers die.
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steeliest of skys
imprison frigid foregrounds
warmed soley by smiles
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I. AM. POET!
He proclaimed
With great exclamation
As he proceeded to explain
To the rooms great expectations
That he had found a rhyme for orange
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