Weeping buddhists,
drowning colliding trains.
paused by momentary silence,
displacing the time crashing,
baptizing dead leaves
surrounding shadows
in omnipotent distress.
Risking foreign rejection,
disregarding voids
of elemental discontent.
Downward spiral of emotions
mismatched catastrophe
determining to slice
eternal obscurity.
Common sense hallucination
reflected eternity
in shards of broken glass.
Within disjointed thoughts
The sky vomited stars,
digested planes
and gods tears.
Priests attaching antennas,
committing adultery.
Phantoms gibber
among herds of deprived
cell membranes.
Prophecy rotting,
tormenting junkies,
digesting belts of opium,
burning manuscripts of remedy,
crushing prosthetic ecstasy,
Incompatible, separated
pleading sanity
over routine addictions.
Porous misconceptions reigned,
leading amongst exhibitions
of disdain.
Doormat incoherence
vaguely bolted by malfunction.
The hypocrite in disguise
claimed sacrificial notices
in order to preserve the quality
of comfort -
exploited by prostitutes
working part-time in church
refusing service
in early hours,
Re radiating halos
shaking, naked
flashing sunshine
among sutra parodies.
Existence whispering,
nothing but a paradox.
conferring, scattering
Irrational persistence.
Undressing narcotics,
skeletons preaching
irrelevant intoxication,
Famous gossip of the day,
forgotten, erased - permanently.
Unavailable capacity rapidly filled.
Call me a euphemism.
Author notes
I collaborated with My Genius - Mike
Individual Interpretation.
Where have all my readers gone?
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Comments
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Loved the imagery.
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took me forever to find a nonrhyming poem on your list. exagerration, i know.
i'm a paradox (though not in this way...most definitely not). loved your ending line. great job with the collaboration.
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Thank you for reading tho!
Don't have that many free verse, as I've just started writing
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Excellent Writing
My god, you people write like you have each lived for 100 years. This is very sophisticated stuff. Over my head.
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ll, mike is laughing as well..
we dont even make 100 together
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Very profound
It may be that this poem is nasty if you like to sit comfortably in your seat without squirming. It seems to me to be about the chaos that reigns in our world, irrespective of what belief you follow, for even the ones we look to in order to restore our faith are corrupt -"committing adultery"- and nothing is but what is not. Order, self-respect, values (moral or otherwise) and meaning are all colliding and crashing around us, if we could only look without fear, or perhaps we ought to look with fear. It is a world of lunacy that is depicted but, sadly, it is the one we see as sane and ordered. I see this poem as dangerously close to the anarchy we deserve and it can only be described as striking in terms of its imagery and theme.
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exactly.
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i guess this doesn't deserve comments,
as it actually makes people think.
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wrong. it does deserve comments. some are afraid of length.
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