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while I chase tranquility my thoughts are on a wanderlust riding my clouds they take me places

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Jan 6, 2017

Jan 6, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC

egotist

thoughts

while I chase tranquility my thoughts are on a wanderlust riding my clouds they take me places

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The first thinkers were poets Naming Mother Earth Beginning symbolic thinking Of nature, death and birth Though themes are often repeated Love, Beauty and God Poetry in the guise of Religion A prophet or a fraud The poet resurrects the Primitive Through allegory and similes Disarming the unknown like explorers Sublime Prophets and Visionaries They must lay bare those treasured images That must be expressed Unraveling and revealing the sounds At each soul’s behest Encompassing the entire Cosmos So lyrical the beat The poet’s excitement flows outward Laid at the Reader’s feet So original, individual She won’t examine or explain Letting go the festering feelings Disturbances in her brain He exposes his dark, wounded psyche Just to release and express Such capacity to see and compare Hyperbole at its best I love, I hate, I suffer A special dance in rhythm and rhyme The poet as a buffer Lessening the pain and sting of time Laden with symbol and feelings She gives you sweet relief From something urgent, revealing Confusion to belief Through a cinematic kind of seeing The poet purges to transform By leaping through Alice’s looking glass She never was one to conform Quite intolerant of convention Just like The Mad Hatter His passions immune to all logic In syncopated patter Jamming up the poet’s mind Struggling for expression Seeking order out of chaos An infantile regression Cleaving to his imaginary world The poet breaks out into words Creating sound paintings to be unfurled So his own agony is blurred She succumbs to storms of passion With instinctive techniques Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion Out of hand flows mystique The poet mines from his unconscious The Reader is not blind For every single line and symbol Means something to the mind Causing an inner liberation Enlightenment or flight It is a matter of life and death When darkness turns to light.

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egotist

Nov 17, 2016

Nov 17, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC

terry-jordan

An Ode to Poets

The first thinkers were poets Naming Mother Earth Beginning symbolic thinking Of nature, death and birth Though themes are often repeated Love, Beauty and God Poetry in the guise of Religion A prophet or a fraud The poet resurrects the Primitive Through allegory and similes Disarming the unknown like explorers Sublime Prophets and Visionaries They must lay bare those treasured images That must be expressed Unraveling and revealing the sounds At each soul’s behest Encompassing the entire Cosmos So lyrical the beat The poet’s excitement flows outward Laid at the Reader’s feet So original, individual She won’t examine or explain Letting go the festering feelings Disturbances in her brain He exposes his dark, wounded psyche Just to release and express Such capacity to see and compare Hyperbole at its best I love, I hate, I suffer A special dance in rhythm and rhyme The poet as a buffer Lessening the pain and sting of time Laden with symbol and feelings She gives you sweet relief From something urgent, revealing Confusion to belief Through a cinematic kind of seeing The poet purges to transform By leaping through Alice’s looking glass She never was one to conform Quite intolerant of convention Just like The Mad Hatter His passions immune to all logic In syncopated patter Jamming up the poet’s mind Struggling for expression Seeking order out of chaos An infantile regression Cleaving to his imaginary world The poet breaks out into words Creating sound paintings to be unfurled So his own agony is blurred She succumbs to storms of passion With instinctive techniques Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion Out of hand flows mystique The poet mines from his unconscious The Reader is not blind For every single line and symbol Means something to the mind Causing an inner liberation Enlightenment or flight It is a matter of life and death When darkness turns to light.

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people ask me if it was prose or poetry tell'em it's a state of trance sweat was there impromptu game on deuce was lost so was my sense eardrums hit a sweet chord nervous stimuli had a blast the much valued gasp been a while senses cuddled back *** was my call n there she walked past the trans door

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC

egotist

trans door

people ask me if it was prose or poetry tell'em it's a state of trance sweat was there impromptu game on deuce was lost so was my sense eardrums hit a sweet chord nervous stimuli had a blast the much valued gasp been a while senses cuddled back *** was my call n there she walked past the trans door

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away a sparkle wasn't the eye nor the smile ring on fire warmth not far gazed n appauled white Carbon ? naaaa,it was just her.

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC

egotist

sparkle

away a sparkle wasn't the eye nor the smile ring on fire warmth not far gazed n appauled white Carbon ? naaaa,it was just her.

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**** all my demons, and my angels might die too. of the dead angels one incarnated in the human form happy n droll living the human dream a boy across the seas lousy n unhappy shared her dream they were pals by time he bet she was for ever n when she was there n away all the nautical miles stuck with a Paranoia he thought was she for real ? was she was she was she was she..

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC

egotist

an angel across the seas

**** all my demons, and my angels might die too. of the dead angels one incarnated in the human form happy n droll living the human dream a boy across the seas lousy n unhappy shared her dream they were pals by time he bet she was for ever n when she was there n away all the nautical miles stuck with a Paranoia he thought was she for real ? was she was she was she was she..

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deep in the woods I slept birds chirp gentle rain misty fog cool breeze quiet n merry sleep of the angels sleep of the babies nothin more nothin less woke up not to the dream was it the woods ? birds gone gentle acid rain harsh breeze misty smog quiet n merry no more well woods were gone too with no reason to be awake bird’s chirp n rain n mist n breeze was all I took to my dream sleep was all i had now sleep was all i had now

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC

egotist

sleep is all we do.

deep in the woods I slept birds chirp gentle rain misty fog cool breeze quiet n merry sleep of the angels sleep of the babies nothin more nothin less woke up not to the dream was it the woods ? birds gone gentle acid rain harsh breeze misty smog quiet n merry no more well woods were gone too with no reason to be awake bird’s chirp n rain n mist n breeze was all I took to my dream sleep was all i had now sleep was all i had now

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whiff of her long hair black lashes on her oval eyes crescents on her lips slender hands sparkle adorned meek finger n her ****** skin thy beside eyes are shut lips are mum hands anchored to lap yet i see the glint of her eye hear her word feel her hand an echo from da time gone its just that she is gone ------the egotist

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

egotist

it's just that she is gone

whiff of her long hair black lashes on her oval eyes crescents on her lips slender hands sparkle adorned meek finger n her ****** skin thy beside eyes are shut lips are mum hands anchored to lap yet i see the glint of her eye hear her word feel her hand an echo from da time gone its just that she is gone ------the egotist

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by da lane see thru da pane far away dey seem yet illuminate my dream to da high lands I elope to a dream of hope in the pines I wander in all da wonder ain't a feign aint a smile n few jive from a mile few make it obvious look thy incredulous its all my pain by da lane see through da pane ---the egotist

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC

egotist

by da lane

by da lane see thru da pane far away dey seem yet illuminate my dream to da high lands I elope to a dream of hope in the pines I wander in all da wonder ain't a feign aint a smile n few jive from a mile few make it obvious look thy incredulous its all my pain by da lane see through da pane ---the egotist

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lost n thirsty i stood in faith wings of falcon flapped a ride to never-land i was told into da luminous vicinity n absolute nothin blind n jade i looked for you and all I had was your whim ---the egotist.

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC

egotist

whim - a random thought

lost n thirsty i stood in faith wings of falcon flapped a ride to never-land i was told into da luminous vicinity n absolute nothin blind n jade i looked for you and all I had was your whim ---the egotist.

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lets go go go find a place close to her lemme see her smile blink her eyes play her hair dance her hands chew her food chatter around n lastly sway away lets go go go find a place close to her -- the egotist

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC

egotist

lets go go go

lets go go go find a place close to her lemme see her smile blink her eyes play her hair dance her hands chew her food chatter around n lastly sway away lets go go go find a place close to her -- the egotist

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