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Adam Kai Dec 2019
In times of plenty
  I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
  I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
  my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
  my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
  my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
  the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
  while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
  to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
  the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
  to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
  and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
  in my ocean eye blues.

What limits a world,
  both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
  both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
  percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
  no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
  they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
  dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
  and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
  with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
  with chaos, with law.

We are and aren't infinite,
  perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
  within a flaw.
False Poets Oct 2019
your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by imagination

~for Albert’s wife~
~~~

the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of the seven names^ shared with a heavenly human,
who pretends he has no
skin in the game

but that is a poem for another time...

you thank me for being a “follower”

unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
(and all the sliced and diced human pieces deem greater than the
whole)
we are limited only by imagination

whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing

for that
I’ll follow you kicking and screaming,
I’ll be your babe in arms



~~~
^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/NamesofGodinJudaism
false poets
Chloe Aug 2019
mad
there is a method to my madness
                                                  i admit
      it may seem
                                            a
                             w
                                           r

                                                         y
Mark Upright Apr 2019
your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by unlimited limits of imagination*

~~~
~for Albert’s wife~
~~~

the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of my 7 names^ stolen/shared with a heavenly human,
the ******* pretending he/it got no skin in the game

but that is a poem for another time...

you thank me for being a “follower”

unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
only by imagination,
a yet to b found,
unfound Cern particle

whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
the patient touching,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing

for that
follow you kicking and screaming,
happil
your /us
babe in arms



~~~
wed-nes-day Avril 2019

^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Names_of_God_in_Judaism
Shadow Dragon Jun 2018
You cannot title her.
For she is not to be summed up.
She is to be unlimited and infinite.
LJDC Sep 2016
Let me believe in this.
That I've known you for so long,
Because of the laugh I solely miss,
And in time we don't belong.

Let me foolishly believe.
Seconds are longer than minutes.
I wonder how time can deceive,
With moments broken down in bits.

I will keep writing,
Though time is never unlimited.
Clocks will keep on ticking,
But still you in my head.

Let me waste time and never set.
Let it run ahead of us.
Let me forget we just met.
Let it go and pass.
We just met but I'm head over heels for him.
If I had unlimited money
I'd light all these poems up
Giving the poets the credit
They deserve
Always for the smaller guy
All day, every day
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Act , with a a Pen in Your Hand
Claim Now Your Decree
He is Mine
Just as You Are
That's my Flame
A Heart for a Mind
A Body for the Flesh
Instant Messanger of the Soul
Ravi's Wife
For the Moment Calls Me
to Its Excitment
And It's Lust
Poetic T Jan 2016
Boundless thought in a space of immeasurable
Conciseness, suns of reflection burn bright.

Stars in distance attention, so far but nevertheless
Still a twinkling in the cognitive awakening.

Traversing the distance to light up a moment
All that was a vast unlimited space of thought.
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