Oxymoronic_1 - Hello Poetry

hobos blow their noses while boxcars roll on slowly an image of a hard time past. gathered crops for harvest. And in earnest I have collected roses smiled like dead heads left baking in the sun. And in the dead of night in bed clutching my gun. i find sleep fitfully in small doses.

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC

Gun Lover

hobos blow their noses while boxcars roll on slowly an image of a hard time past. gathered crops for harvest. And in earnest I have collected roses smiled like dead heads left baking in the sun. And in the dead of night in bed clutching my gun. i find sleep fitfully in small doses.

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We got hundreds of wide smiles that unwrapped would stretch for miles all for sale at the low low price of 19.95. Deep within, where they are kept, inside the well of Jesus Wept (along with all the money spent) forged in darkness. secret agenda magic hands weave the spell on demand.

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May 5, 2019

May 5, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC

Smiley Face Mask

We got hundreds of wide smiles that unwrapped would stretch for miles all for sale at the low low price of 19.95. Deep within, where they are kept, inside the well of Jesus Wept (along with all the money spent) forged in darkness. secret agenda magic hands weave the spell on demand.

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I needed a fix so I fixed it now I'm all fixed up. You see it? It's over there Staring Glaring eyes night owls hooting delight surprise This is not rational. It was never meant to be.

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC

Fix

I needed a fix so I fixed it now I'm all fixed up. You see it? It's over there Staring Glaring eyes night owls hooting delight surprise This is not rational. It was never meant to be.

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Ever notice things that no one else can see? Don't tell em or they'll say your crazy. And if you talk about me when I'm not around The ghosts will come and tell me.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC

Unseen messenger

Ever notice things that no one else can see? Don't tell em or they'll say your crazy. And if you talk about me when I'm not around The ghosts will come and tell me.

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Ask the ghost of Christmas past Where Rosebud is today. Burning in the fire Is what that ghost would say.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC

Rosebud

Ask the ghost of Christmas past Where Rosebud is today. Burning in the fire Is what that ghost would say.

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Under the full moon one can see the forest despite the trees. There is a luminescence to the dead leaves, And we sing... Unholy hymns in strange tongues and discordant motifs.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC

Untitled

Under the full moon one can see the forest despite the trees. There is a luminescence to the dead leaves, And we sing... Unholy hymns in strange tongues and discordant motifs.

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I'm a troubled mind, and these are troubled times. Ain't nothin' but trouble. Trouble all the time.

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC

Trouble

I'm a troubled mind, and these are troubled times. Ain't nothin' but trouble. Trouble all the time.

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I like the clear country nights . Stars are countless points of light. I once saw two red halos Like wheels of fire in the sky.

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC

Strange Light

I like the clear country nights . Stars are countless points of light. I once saw two red halos Like wheels of fire in the sky.

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Under the house In the crawlspace The moist Earth littered with the bones of small mammals, And infested with a multitude of invertebrates, I low crawled through soiled Earth to replace the water line as an unwillful apprentice under an impatient master.

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC

Worm

Under the house In the crawlspace The moist Earth littered with the bones of small mammals, And infested with a multitude of invertebrates, I low crawled through soiled Earth to replace the water line as an unwillful apprentice under an impatient master.

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A slow suicide called life and state sanctioned. It is the condition of the carceral society. Paranoia has become a proper state of mind. And there's a despot around the corner. Omnipresent surveillance. Society of control. The cattle are guided by passageways like electrons in a closed circuit to the killing floor. Exchange market value of currency against convenience. The stock that won't drop. However, liberty and security are not interchangeable in a war machine that never stops.

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC

Two Masters

A slow suicide called life and state sanctioned. It is the condition of the carceral society. Paranoia has become a proper state of mind. And there's a despot around the corner. Omnipresent surveillance. Society of control. The cattle are guided by passageways like electrons in a closed circuit to the killing floor. Exchange market value of currency against convenience. The stock that won't drop. However, liberty and security are not interchangeable in a war machine that never stops.

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