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Sweet Poison
I had have so many sweet person
In my life.
Who later turned into sweet poison.

Sweet Poison
I had ave so many sweet person
In my life.
Who later turned into sweet poison.
Just a thought come on my mind.
So tired of this skin color hair
creed social status divisions
malice biggotry greedy
Shady manners
The haves and have nots
worldwide strangeness!
The massive mile nature burnings
mysterious volcanic eruptions.
popping up
glacial s melting crumbling
This masked face
pandemic new world order
in the midst of it all!

O how I long
to take my loved ones
a few trustworthy friends
and fly out this ugly cris-cross
chemtrail sky covering all stars
killing natural cloud's
formations
on matrix mother Earth's
slippery slopes
ever closer to the sun

Earth's being kissed
by Mercury and Venus
no courageous ruller
to tell us the end's truth
that we must fly out
soon to boldy go
out to the stars.
~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
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09-23-2020
the past rolls in as waves crash
along this dusk faded beach
as far as these eyes can see
into the vastness
images
though pale and fragmented
come back in glimpses

i have gazed upon these waves before
under a ****** sky
and i will rest here again
to collect my precious visions
when the Sun cries tears
that scorch the moon
and boil the oceans
what a few hours on the beach can conjure
beyond the shadow of superficial words
lay the soul of a doubted hesitation
a great barrier stands between skimmed thoughts
and the core of the mind
the world is a falsehood of plastic glances
and mirrored sentences

through dismal days and longer nights
and the shielded minds that come and go
i've come to accept with lonely pain
only mine i know
In 1974 I started sending poetry to a weekend section of the 'Washington Star-News' in Wash. D.C. called 'Write-On'...an outlet for teen-aged poets at the time. Over the course of several months, I had 14 poems published. I was able to find this one with some help online...hope I can manage to find the rest as I don't think I have copies. They always spelled my last name Ownes instead of Owens...I was writing some dark sh-t in my High School years! Lucky to come out unscathed I guess!
The tiniest it is the more
views globally it begets.
The longest, the less views
and fewer comments
Thank goodness
this is about tini poems
delight
not lovers inch plight.
~~~~~~
By; Karijinbba
08-2020
if less is more I get views.
When the joy and happiness
of others is above and beyond
our own;
when loving a beloved soul
more than we love ourselves
enough to set a loved one free;

it's not lack of self love,
being generous to a fault,
I doubt many have
the courage, heart, brains
to surrender treasures found,

just to benefit another.
  while feeling small
or stumped still yield.

It isn't foolishness
it's self sacrifice.
No rivals can fill that void
of not grabbing what fell on
and off a broken lap.
-~~
Defeat is born first in the
eyes passing judgement
not the one surrendering
all treasures found.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
08-25-2020
To love others
more than we love ourselves
we need a heart a brain
and courage.

not just self love.
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