Projectors Poems - Poems about Projectors

...My sermon at my funeral I am lying in the funeral home, oh lovely home! I am saying the homily in front of my dead body I am the priest, the mourners are my past lives. Oh, my sins! Four men......Read the rest...

... Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit of the antichrist spirit. Man infestation from the pit of deliriot. In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo, the chorus of the damne......Read the rest...

...It's not funny To die for the liberty For the freedom to speak Freely without fears. It is not beautiful to suffer for the rights To use simple or single words, To write truthfully, to shed ......Read the rest...

... Lights moving in time with the music at a mansion in a neighboring town Vibrations pounding through the stereo bugle hark you feel it escalate then drown projectors casting shadows of co......Read the rest...

...Pathological Ego projectors onto stereophonic EcoOthers, voiced and unlanguaged, rejoicing and lamenting, healthing and reverse wealthing, investing and divesting, breathing in and bleeding out......Read the rest...

... I’ve seen this silent movie reprise: lips moving, but there’s no sound Listen, listen only with your eyes, Rudy Valentino is speaking now Lips moving, but there’s no sound ... fact proj......Read the rest...

...The dreaded weekly full staff meeting, Every Thursday, straight after school. Where each teacher sits through mind numbing talk, That’s neither fun, intriguing nor cool. The new teachers sit, p......Read the rest...

...Life is about breath, bridges, and becoming Wondered who I'd been, where now was I heading God isn't through with me yet Light years of sixty-five dawned upon my brain, but I don't feel these y......Read the rest...

...Gazing, Greek letters display of curious origin. Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters Sea Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8 Ja......Read the rest...

...It’s all I can do to not carve these words across my eyes. To immortalize what I imagine, on this bleak, innocent canvas. Each thought is a stain that seeps through beyond my reckoning. It spil......Read the rest...

...A Dirge to my Old Semester I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors When I heard you are sick I never knew it was true Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result It was so sad that you a......Read the rest...

...The mind is what you make it The mind is a blank book at the time of birth We are the authors we write what we will the mind the mind is like clay shaped by every encounter question doubt and d......Read the rest...

...For this is not the end of this obscene occurrence, nor is it the start, my dear guests. Somewhere down the middle of this table you sit before me, with empty ice creams cones, curious as to what y......Read the rest...

...From black-board to projectors, the education system has never been diaphanous. Everything has changed with brevity, still it remains detrimental to ......Read the rest...

...You, trickster, you Thinking you could play me for a fool But I know this game better than you And ‘I told you so’ only goes so far Words only mean so much And you’re full of them I see......Read the rest...