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Re: Poems: 161021 - October 16th, 2021

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On Saturday, October 16, 2021 at 2:34:49 PM UTC-4, robertm...@gmail.com wrote:
> 230921A
> -----------
>
> Imagine diamonds
> broken
> bits of glass
> opening flesh
> to paint red
> with warnings.
>
> Bright signal
> dead cores
> of exhausted stars
> invasive time
> into an emptiness
> space.
>
> Perishing
> carbon contents
> inked expanse
> turns loneliness
> a making the ever
> miserable.
>
> Destinies
> the ruin
> comes planned
> levels equal
> the constant
> promises certainty.
>
> The mourning
> not yet
> with the never
> confronted
> overflows
> eternal troubles.
>
> Here comes
> original cruelty
> primal flood
> difficulties
> mock the whole
> of creations.
>
> Cannot concentrate
> any essence
> to real matter
> any consequence
> arising derivative
> totality of loss.
>
> -------------------------
>
> 230921B
> -----------
>
> No one
> came forward
> into a breach
> of circumstances.
>
> The explosive
> detonation sounds
> the passage
> paths of collapse.
>
> The sounding
> takes too long
> due depths
> emptied bare.
>
> It is not us
> it is not them
> only overwhelms
> whatever I would.
>
> All there is
> so easily
> taken down
> as overcome.
>
> Roughed out
> and roughed in
> skeletal structures
> of memorable.
>
> It takes more
> than percussion
> but that much noise
> dims memory.
>
> ------------------
>
> 230921C
> -----------
>
>
> Evils are evident
> but I am not
> your superman
> to defeat them.
>
> You need to shop
> for some other
> who might turn you
> added profit.
>
> No point resisting
> the abyss
> to leap between
> beginning and end.
>
> You must hurry
> because it dignifies
> a sharp sense
> seems important.
>
> Clouds closing
> angels going silent
> about being
> given up.
>
> No one ever would
> comfort you
> but some might feed
> disgust.
>
> The specifics
> always meant
> generic impact
> at machine gunning.
>
> What is individual
> is scars
> once held onto
> as real chances.
>
> What was meant
> was torn off
> at the stem
> swallowed whole.
>
> The problem
> is alleviation
> of fictitious concerns
> seeming coincident.
>
> The different lies
> from the same source
> happened by
> the same chance.
>
> Pick and choose
> remaining marbles
> from the sand box
> at the office party.
>
> All the dead ducks
> in a row
> make it easier
> to find an aim.
>
> Whatever you say
> it was a shot
> a mouth off
> about anything.
>
> -------------------
>
> 031021A
> ------------
>
> Make believers
> in make believe
> celebrations
> pulling up
> at dead roots
> from dead lands.
>
> A neutral grey
> colour scheme
> ripped loose
> from a dead sky
> renders the faces
> featureless blanks.
>
> We used to know
> something
> looking forward
> and some strength
> for asking
> as to someone.
>
> Until it all dies
> down into
> being forgotten
> as worn out
> discards on edge
> of incineration.
>
> Collecting scrap
> paperwork
> too late
> for provisioning
> any release
> into might be.
>
> Real freedom
> too far removed
> from broken reach
> clutches at
> the hollow
> empty straws.
>
> Pulling endings
> out of each other
> sharp tongued
> and knife edged
> a dead search
> for consideration.
>
> Failed gesture
> spastic language
> falling in tune
> with a push over
> from laugh track
> bureaucracies.
>
> Pointless expanse
> endless expense
> stretched thin
> to razor cruel
> suggestions
> that then cut off.
>
> --------------------
>
> 061021A
> ------------
>
> Those sustained
> in their illegitimacy
> suffering multiplicities
> comprised of immortals
> and fatherhoods
> equally disregarding
> base configurations
> original and modified
> forms of construction
> as to shape shift
> comes alien visions
> roughly superimposed
> to cover it all over.
>
> Forms of address
> and wild flings
> made up pronouns
> providing no references
> to anything
> remaining recognizable
> beyond isolate
> facts of an existence
> tried to break out
> and to get over
> whatever was being
> in the way against
> and kept out.
>
> A social fringe
> made up totally
> from failed actions
> and other notations
> merely passing
> on through
> profound regions
> that always solicit
> more disinterest
> ending look ups
> and any semblances
> to once believed
> it was meaningful.
>
> Passing time
> is the ultimate killer
> having scraped out
> the very last
> from the very bottom
> out an old tin
> labelled impossible
> once promises
> the sad partings
> that turned up
> among secret wishes
> they would never
> actually leave.
>
> They all left
> making the familiar
> a strange city
> offering the shock
> values of new
> having proved out
> nothing much
> more than a look
> down or away
> from the obvious
> way it goes
> when it isn't
> really going.
>
> ---------------
>
> 151021A
> -----------
>
> The machine
> on the other end
> had hung up
> after dialing
> repeatedly
> at varying intervals.
>
> Nothing personal
> to be said
> and never will be
> beyond a trickle
> down sound bites
> of maybe words.
>
> Make it up
> as you wave
> your deaf ears
> from a flagpole
> crowned visage
> atop the mess.
>
> It is another season
> seems to belong
> to scarecrows
> stuffed hand me
> down things
> and used up ideas.
>
> Our lives boiled
> down to fictions
> once believed
> might have been
> the shades of truth
> debating futures.
>
> In a dream factory
> making factories
> mother goose
> and takes of duty
> lead to nothing more
> than breakdowns.
>
> Bedlam tumbles
> from a ripped sky
> pulsating muscle
> tossing about
> nightmares
> and other objects.
>
> The natural order
> being tantrums
> heaving up
> and breaking away
> small matters
> and large things.
>
> Rational fears
> mingle crowded in
> with the irrational
> varieties of dread
> pressing on bellies
> doing steam engine.
>
> Some place bets
> on the horse
> taking it all
> high stakes races
> with no winnings
> coming in riderless.
>
> ------------------------
>
> A little dose of dilute madness for today.
>
> If you have not gone at least a little bit mad there is really no remaining hope for you. People will make the same strange gesture at you. People you do not know and whom you are certain do not know you. They all recognize something very odd about you and so they make the sign that you do not know the meaning of. A sign they all know.

Quite good...

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