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Best Poems Written by Lxnnnie Rutledzh

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Circular Haze

It takes forever to live,
and I can’t concentrate,

For the space that I travel in
makes me feel disgusting.

The way that I drift
on this deflated plate of fate,

Might be worth tasting
if my memories weren’t rusting.

You see,

I'm failing in love,
with nose diving values,

Designed to explode
on contact with lies.

They couldn’t believe it was me in the jury room
They decided to hang me from the stars in my eyes.

There is a catalog of assorted train wrecks to choose from
in the in-between—

on the outer-scope.

I used to hope,

Now I just die when I’m supposed to cope.

You have your Jesus,
I have my alibi.

As order brings order.

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Six Blue Jays

Six blue jays converge at the birch
To sing their anomalous colloquial song,
They fashion a serene scene as they perch;
My mind so inclined to blindly sing along.

As I ponder their ways, in my midmorning daze;
I recall a tale my grandmother told—
Of a desolate day through a dishwashing gaze;
A heinous sight she was doomed to behold. 

Through her window; across the drive,
On the very top of some man-made pole,
A sinless and beautiful robin arrived;
Assembled a nest and called it her home.

She laid some eggs at the edge of spring,
And by summer they joined the day,
She taught her young about everything
For the time that comes when they should stray.

But then one day while mother was out
Collecting a feast for the rest of her nest,
A single blue jay swooped in for a bout—
Snipped off their heads and left.

Mother came back to the horrid mess;
The tragically pointless abhorrent wreck,
And with frantic confusion and great distress
She flew into the window and broke her neck.

So as I stare in the garden today;
And view such a seemingly innocent sight,
Behind the charm of those six blue jays
Could possibly rein six times the fright.

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Anti-Irregular Ode To Helios

Mentally choking on paranoid covers,
No matter where I am, everything is next.
The corners leap out— one after another,
Trapping the resolve in its reckoning hex.
Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk before me,
Briskly walking through billows of fret,
A thousand eyes so brash and stormy;
The houses awry with windows in debt.
Turning my head would chisel the cracks;
For taking the time to survey each one
Would only inflame this cerebral tax—
I would gladly favor the night to the sun.

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Asteraceae

I've been allergic to beauty
For 35 years 
In a series of diphenhydramine dreams.

Spring stings
And all of these tears
Are wearily ripening in-between screams.

The flowers look so happy,
I can barely see them.
Oh, yellowish green 
Cognitive haze.
Cloaking my brain
For a mighty good reason,
These trees are sappily
In love with my pain.

On solid screen doors
The taraxacum tours
My squalid green corps
Is sincerely yours,

I'm so dissociative
That I can be you,
And this hell is
As cool as life,
It's hard to live
But whenever I do
I'm just as well as
Wherever I might.

For crying out loud
For crying at all,
I'll eat the pollen
Until the fall.

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Eliminationship

As you brandish your corrosive cloak of calamity
    And cannons of musty dystopian dust,
I’ve eyed the serpents that tangle your family;
    Determined to render my shine to rust.

Their sly malevolence and curious pitch 
    Tells me more than you ever have,
They smile and nod with a copulous glitch
    Bereft of the insight I thought you had.

You played it so well; so naturally felt,
    It’s easy to rise with Venus in Hell,
But I walked with caution; reluctant to melt,
    With one eye hawked for a devious spell.

Peacefully spooning my enemy in sleep,
    On a bear trap bed with a hair trigger set,
Professing to rest while you bide anchor deep
    And emit the stale fragrance of past regret.

The gentle writhe and the slip inside;
    The trap goes off in this fatal lie,
With all the force of a raging tide,
    I crossed your heart and now you will die.

To wake up death and whisper the rules;
    In-between lines we ignore the words,
Like crafty creatures or misguided fools
    Squinting our eyes at love till it blurs.

And it hurts, I know, for it’s not really there,
    Your deception has turned on itself in despair,
Retreat to your hole with your impotent prayer
    As you cling to your lies that hang in the air.

There is something beautiful and delicate
Holding me together
That could fall apart at any moment.

And it’s not you.

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Flibbertigibbet

In the spirit of dire news
he's holed his old souls!
Walking so hard and so long
through the coals.

But you cannot master fire
without mastering the wind;
a kink in the fate
of he who has sinned,
but does not believe
in the trouble he is in—
Coveting the secrets of sin
in his grin....

I sneer at the doctrine instilled therein.

Death to the messenger
Sends a message 
Back to the sender.

I suppose I shall borrow his tongue for my blender.

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I Live a Hundred Years a Day

In rain and sun, entrapped by death, we cuss,
Through pain we run for love in times of hope—
The world we dance within makes dust of us,
With all the light, when silver clouds elope.
I've trained for this a million lives before,
And every cast I've worn was blessed in stars—
I may or may not have a million more,
But I know I'll be proudly dressed in scars.
So you can hang with all the doubt you twist,
And tangle up the grit you choose to lack,
While I maintain that time does not exist;
Your days will all cave in when you look back.
And yet I understand your need to stray—
It's hard to live a hundred years a day.

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May You Live In Interesting Times

A lonely creature content just to be,
Allured by the rooms that hide in the strange,
As one would see fit to rest with the sea—
Where time after time, we pine to exchange.
These fields that I lie in— seethe with regret,
These doors only lock from the other side,
If only the light had shone to forget—
The moon may have spurned to play with the tide.
But nevertheless, the chamber beckons,
The aether of now is wretched and frail,
Heaven and Hell will both drain the seconds—
For this shall renew my heart— either trail.
So, scatter blackbirds! And behold the door!
As nothingness splatters across the floor.

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Polar Bear Bones

They say that, in your dreams,
  a polar bear represents a reawakening….

And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
  of extrasolar plight….

Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
  polar bear
    lying on its back—
Skeleton totally exposed….
  Partly decomposed;
Half white/
  Half hacked—
Face half on
  like the matter of fact.

Emptily gazing at the stars.

I looked at the bear;
Then leapt off the plateau
  soaring into that night.

That curious night.
  So clear— and concise!
    So wildly, peacefully, full of advice.

So scary
So lonely
So nice.

At least I can fly in my dreams.

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Hurricane Smile

I pay no attention to the forecast,
  I just blend into the weather.

Was it not clever
  to attempt to tether
    our pleasures together
      to the feathers of forever?

I knew you were a dream
  when I was going through you.