the phantom
in it’s grotto
grins upon a hexed cushion
that stinks and smothers.
Excessive rhythmic noise
pounds gracelessly
on my vestibule doors
leaving fingerprints
green with envy and moss.
Reality flares,
distress signals,
sparking a heated tumbling
and there is one choice
………..to embrace transparency
…..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Great poem.
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thankyou, I’m still deciding what I’m actually talking about!
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I do know that feeling. Later when you read it, it may come to you. 🙂
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Oohhh a swaddling shower of beautiful lights!
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:-)….once i open my eyes and release resistance to the truth of nothingness!
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and everythingness
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very nice
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;-)))))) x
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU!!! Muah! Lots of love, Emily 🙂
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😉 x
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Oh…I do love how your mind works.
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Thankyou, i am eternally fascinated by the way the mind can shift gear and take me to an unusual place , leaving me in a state of quandary!
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Which did you choose? 😉 There are certain things you can’t close your eyes against.
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I always open my eyes in the end! I can’t stand the thought denial keeps me stagnant….
Did your pictures turn up? Have I already asked ? I am a bit mad at the moment so many things happening its like a really fast poem
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