1) : No Animal poems
2) : No Extreme poems
3) : No Old whatsoever poems
4) : No *** poems
5) : No ****** poems
6) : No Casandra complex poems
7) : No Celebs poems No wait thats OK!
8) : No ******* poems
9) : No Disambiguation poems.
10) :No go **** yourself poems
11): No **** me poems
12): No *** poems
13): No love poems
14): No hate poems
15): No nature poems
16): No political poems
17) No happy poems
18) No ****** poems
19) No poems about body functions
20) No funny poems
21) No honey poems
22) No poems about, AI malfunctions
23) No poems about no poems ;)
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poems

When the last whole-hearted hero falls
True blooded poet warrior
Who challenged those
That turned cities and homes
Into barren bombed out wastelands,

When the wooden walkways
Are consumed
By the brush,

When the concrete
Cracks from nature’s ****** up,

When the canyons fades
Turning colorful shades
To white, black, and gray,

When the green hummingbirds
Cease the beatings
Of their supersonic wings,

When the tired panther
No longer sleeps
Or rises to drink
From a sweet summer spring
After hunting and eating
Some other wild thing,

When all things living
Start to decay
Then solar winds
wipe them away
In ultraviolet rays
Of destruction and disintegration,

When time forgets
That we ever existed.

A sorrow and my words,
I remain the same,
Alone....

Together before like an opaque
Tear under impressions
Of time in my time,
Thoughts rein in the future
Of course without her,
    We spoke of love
While love was written
Under the quarter moon
And the night  peices
A masterful passing....
     I cannot stay here
In your company theoretical,
The memorial entombed
Into the fibers of every verse,
A past sudden,
And I remain there,
Such a melancholy being,
    Though u kept me
In the moments
I remain there in the future
Without you,
Passionate to the narrowed
Views,
Enormously grateful for sorrows
That weep today's passing,
    Oh I remain in the moment,
You reminded me to be there,
Little did I know
I would be left behind
And I don't love her anymore,
I linger perfectly imprisoned
And the words bleed,
Joyous for the mist in my eyes,
Alone with your memory
And her name is.....

But a few thoughts
Scribbled in seclusions.

Looking in the distance
At the  flat ocean
The sky takes a dip
And both the sky
And the ocean
Make a perfect straight line
Tiny boats for small people
Sail along quietly
Into the sunset
They sail sail sail
Never looking backwards
Only forward
For when they return to shore
I wonder if the fishes
Surface just to take a peek
At the humans
I wonder if they can speak
And what language
Is bubbling
Inside there bubbles
It's just a thought that's all
But it was a nice feeling
And nice feelings
Are rather beautiful
Just like the big ocean

they’re pouring out of the
woodwork
those pretentious machiavellians
in ailing albino frames
eccentric masked figures
milling about the glow light
like night moths
in a london fog

lunatic gazers
with seeping moles
pinned by frogmen and twine
spider climbers
in hell fire
splitting seams
on the fading
and hideous ink

guards of the perch
stand on hades hand
while monsters and demons
with severed limbs
taunt the condemned
and wanting
souls of the ******

cauldron fire
in blood red sky
silent screams
hack and wheeze
gas lines broken
words unspoken
teetering backwards
in the dark shadows
of a phantom abyss