Best Circuited Poems

Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.

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Charcoal Sheep

Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain. 
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.

Worlds...

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The truth is, I'm afraid of most everything.
From the beautiful forests cloaking hungry beasts. 
Every wave of the ocean din harbors a cold dorsal fin...
with my name engraved on it-
The mountains-and all the hidden fissures
every step a potential hellish frozen death.
I'm afraid of big cities...

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I have finally realised something, the reason that I've been on edge for the past couple weeks. 
When I'm around you it hurts, not physically but emotionally, memories of joy turned to sorrow 
slapping me in the face at every oppertunity, the memories were of...

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How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's...

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I once knew a boy,
without guile and innocent.
We milked the cow
 and goats together,
and as we worked,
we made up stories
of the secret life
of the cow,
and how
she was a sort of
super hero,
a bovine 007,
world traveler,
when we weren't
watching her.
Then one day,
the boy disappeared.
Perhaps,
some synapse
short circuited,
or some
unspoken incident.
Some...

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Ghosts of guilt they roam my way
Rising up like ghouls from shallow graves
Mistakes I made...they play like movies in my mind
They whisper wind into my ears as I memorize the times
Times of hurt and anger
Times of rain and rage
How I begged, stole, and borrowed from...

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What is wrong with you?
You're a bipedal pest problem
What in the world am I gonna do
to get rid of you ... shake you out of my life?
You're making me so sick,
hanging on to me like an Alabama tick
I wish I had some kind of human...

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Someday beyound this flesh of mine that has been short circuited throughout time....

Lying atop the shag carpet with a glass of cold water and a piece of rye bread

Wondering amid the yellow, orange, red and blue flames; dancing in their gaze ~ 

Considering the purpose,...

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Dreams can be
Good to heaven
Bad to hell
I had a dream 
Very very dreadful
It started houseful
With cries rule
I had lost my mother
I was steady still
People console me
Around but no result
Instead of people around
I was left all alone
The imagination without her
Had shot circuited me
Who will come to...

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If you could read my eyes
You could understand
But one thing,
The disease in my heart.
These poems I create daily
Solely for you
And yet  my tongue
Hesitates to utter them,
Have made a big sore
Corroding my heart
Every single
Ascending day.

I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
This worldly tradition,
That a man...

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short circuited and
the fuse of purpose keeps tripping
high voltage boredom
on auto pilot in slow motion
the roundabout is not a funny circus
currents alternate 
directly challenge
polar opposition in contradiction of truth

‘it’s a beautiful day and you are in it’
thunder clouds bolt hail and torment
for no reason at...

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the vice cannot squeeze any tighter

bolts crushed under the benchmark

gather dust with nuts and lost screws

a DIY manual mocks arrested craft

I cannot hold it together much longer

limbo has me instead in its firm grip


machine oil lubricant is frozen despite

heated exchanges with my inner Self

short circuited...

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Heart of mine

Cry and feel again, 
oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind, 
be moved and beat once again in my depths; 
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save ye a dance.


Am I still unchanged short of you? 
A...

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Anger
is such a useful learning silence tool,
when not too short-term
ballistically reactive,
weaponized.

I have seldom noticed
when my own hot-burning issues
cold turn into
a Self and Other harsh
punishing vengeance weapon.

When left unnoticed,
unmedicated,
unmeditated
by forgiving lack of ego-supremacist
humility

By explicit co-invested intentions
of nonviolent verbal communication
informed by nonverbal win/win felt intuition,
bipartisan green consensus

For...

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