a wise person cultivates their brain
like a lush victory garden
to maintain
some semblances
of being sane
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A Brain Garden
Tag: Poetry
Night Life in the Swamp
as the day comes to a close in the swamp
streaks of orange, yellow and purple
streak by in the sky
that is rapidly
descending into night
alive with creatures
some are hunters
some are prey
most hide
during the day
but
the night life
in the swamp
reveals
animals ordeals
and victories
a tableau
of primitive
survival
a peepshow
into nature’s version
of the Hunger Games
blow-by-blow
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When the Music Stops
what happens when someone can no longer hear?
does the music stop in a dead ear?
or do they keep dancing in their head?
notes swirling in harmony
keeping a melody
alive very slowly and broadly
at just the right pitch
a rhythm no one else can hear
it’s a personal premier
that will never disappear
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What Is Your Kryptonite?
what secret fear
follows you
in a nightmare
and every waking moment
like a faceless golem
waiting for the right time
to expose your weakness
to the whole world?
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Puny Parades & Golden Grifts
look at me
I’m Washington D.C.
a whore now
to a dick (tator)
and desecrator
with puny parades
patriotic charades
with gold gilded upgrades
to colonnades
that echo another
country’s glory days
look at me
how did it
come to be?
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Superstition is Patient
like a scarab beetle hiding in a pile of dung there’s an area of the brain that lurks just beyond conscientiousness
superstition
it lurks in the dark alleys of homosapien’s minds
sometimes surfacing in real time
a crippling fear of the unknown combined with stupidity
superstition is patient
it waits for its prey
like a panther hiding
in the dark fringes of human consciousness
waiting for an opportunity
to challenge reality
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The Silence Suddenly Screamed
in the dead of night, the crickets crawled across the graves taking care not to rub their legs together and disturb the stillness and soundlessness of the ancient graveyard
at the end of the road a dim figure strode towards the last resting place for humanity taking care not to upset the serenity of the humid night
the moon slowly rose in the sky above the place where people went when they died
silhouettes of lost souls strolling in the eerie quietude of endless tombstones overgrown with mantles of moss flitted through the overgrown grass unaware of the stranger
phantoms of the past paraded over the marble mausoleums of the rich and famous with impunity born from being deceased for millenniums
the young husband approached the recent grave of his young bride, while raising a pistol to his head and calling out her name though she was dead
The silence suddenly screamed…
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Wisdom Waiting
There are shelves full of secret books
filled with words of wisdom
standing silently and securely
in a hidden room
waiting for humanity
to come of age
but the age of heroes
has sadly passed
and only ignorance
exists in the void
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Acrobat Love
her sinewy limbs unfold
into positions so bold
that nothing is impossible
as she twists and coils
around the mat
like a jungle cat
her beautiful muscles
rippling with power
not an ounce of fat
in this pretty acrobat
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Doggy Tales
what the Chihuahua said
went right to the Pug’s head
the praise was extreme
and came in a steady stream
but it was insincere
meant for a gullible ear
the praise was a ploy
like a rubber toy
a distraction
an animal interaction
where the Chihuahua
got mean satisfaction
watching the Pug’s reaction
to his insincere words
that were like mockingbirds
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