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"lity" poems
Going back is a Fool's Paradise Its un- truth is its Per Fec Tion the delicate bead of your kiss A tongue enunciating what the present Can Be makes it all So Clear Worth while Good night but not Good bye to us maybe but You and I still stand strong think clear- ly have twisting desires guns in our backs for some tattered and tear-stained piece of Truth We cannot be Con Tained within the realm of Re Collec Tion Let us bleed out into the frightening cold of our stark Day Light Dreams Jesus, I own thoughts that align me with you! You are a confusing cup of cigarette tea And we are working to let our meat be malleable our minds supple and our tongues agile in the warm embrace of the other's Mouth Heart Eyes Another universe of dangerous Pos Si Bi Lity To hell with Duality! The past is Simplicity! **** what is wrong Know what is Right and live to see the probability of Tonight
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Looking Out (for J.J.F.)
*Parody of "l(a" by e. e. cummings e(               j(               a( me             de             pr di               ad             op af               bla            ert air              ck             yd ne              bo            am ss)             ys)           age) qua            ust           tten lity              ice           tion
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
"e("
I feel as if I got punched in the face and kicked down a flight of stairs I can feel your hate as you look down upon my face It's evident that you don't care and that I have misinterpreted all those stares My soul is broken, but my hope is stronger than ever You might have treated me like a joke today But the faith I have in myself will never fade away
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
RE△LITY
Initially he thought to bring sight to the Blind Desiring OsIris or Evoke E(see)kiel But he looked in a mirror and couldn't see his self His mirror betrayed him transparent, anti-Narcissus he was Now he feels he has too much V i s i o N his (soughts) self(s) go in one (thoughts) eye and (oughts) out the other he, So Self-Aware, scares his mirror wHEre Who (did) you see then Do now becoming tomorrow . . . ?
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Drea(lity)M
The ancillary argument is an asclepion which is anaphoric to anathema, anointing anecdotal evidences as an asymptomatic astonishment, assumptive of an averring the verbiage unwavering used to auxesis an auxiliary found aiding the circular back to an autonomy, assuaged in its entirety, appendant to an irony, giving appurtenance to astronomy yet astringent to all company of asters in the wovenry.   A sweetened ingredient in life’s vermouth, is a lesser known but still common truth, resounding voice a sound so routh and unforgiving of jockeying jocose uncouth but the greatest parts of life we know are sorely wasted on the youth and so fundamental is this truth or verities vivacious muse that some might say we light a fuse when using such verbose abuse that angry are they who find our use an anathema to amuse?   To wit so that I must abjure the painful notion there is a cure to a playful mind’s language of slur not meant as such but thus obscured the difficulties so inured on my ment-al-lity of thought a crime, a retching twist of someone’s time thus wasted on a poem blurred, a freedom though has just occurred; my mind a paradise, my thoughts a bird... You wonder why I wrote this po-em, Think on your life and about your ho-eme, Look back at youth’s wondrous days, When life was new and full of plays, And ask yourself is this a maze?
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
The Question
i cant tell the difference between rea lity and dreams any more? ?
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
beloved
usually watching trash TV for thirty or forty minutes refreshes my brain for the seriousness that boggles it the an- xieties of money and va- nity and my place as an im- migrant and the fears and confusions of being a woman but on this day i tried to hollow out my heavy heart with the kar- dashians realizing, in seconds how monstrous this culture has become it is not a break from reality, it is watching it and it is no longer funny and it is no longer passive because reality tv is a reflection of rea- lity and the brainlessness with which we want to interact with it while I have no hate towards the new joneses they are from the same consequence and same principles that now frighten our existence
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
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