Time Immemorial… (Haiku Triplet)

“PAST”

Forgotten, frozen…

Melting when wept upon…

Regardless, unclear.

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A Code… (Philosophy)

There are two types of evil.
1) Wrongdoing in the pursuit of what is good.
2) Wrongdoing for the sake of wrongdoing.

The first leads to the other.
The second is hard to come by.
The first clouds the judgment of any man, poor of intellect or rich.
The second divides man between the just and the injust.

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A Moment’s Avalanche…

This moment is powerful.
This moment is like an avalanche.
It will break your will to swallow the pill,
And when you’ve grown enough, snap your branch,
But this moment will test your will to fight.
In the ocean, are you the fish or the rock tonight?
And when you’re broken,
How your nightmares are awoken,

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Eyes That Starve For Beauty… [POEM]

I held her close, then I held her back.

I held her smile in my mind, then I held her at arm’s length.

At arm’s length, to adequately measure the beauty that she encompasses.

At arm’s length, her smile was ever the more beautiful than at first.

An arm’s length of beauty, she doth possess.

Yet still, I am not impressed.

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Observations Of The Self: Numero Uno

You go around saying deep and intellectual things, but ironically deep down, past all the ruminations, you’re very superficial… Ever wonder about that?

It’s like, you’re either superficial on the surface and deep inside on a very, very personal level… Or you’re a poet, with a master’s degree, with some insecurity based on your deep-rooted desire for big boobs, or guys with nice cars.

I suppose, what is essential about being either person is knowing when to show which side. The aforementioned person you are is an example of your strengths.

Living For A Deathwish… [POEM]

The errant symbol of a dead fish scaring the lesser minds of peanut-brained minstrels,

Perches upon a black flag, a deathwish, don’t you wonder what flying it instills?

Not fear, not dread, a loaf of bread curdles forming the girdle for a sword,

Sheathed in dying nutrients the sword understands its purpose, it sought the gourd.
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