

The Senses I KnowIn my knolls of winter-warped brick roads, the heavens are aglow withThe Senses I Know
luminescent streetlights,
and the heavy pollen is overwhelmed by exhaust fumes.
A kind of fear grips me when I think of the sounds I know;
a baby's cries, as his tears mix with those of an overcast sky;
my hushing mother, when a big rig rolls over a submerged pothole.
The Eye Is Watching

The Human CorruptersWatch how the killing waters rise, and stand idly by as they cut a swath: from it, their lashes irrigate and wash our minds with bloodlettingThe Human Corrupters
The human corrupters are traversing the delineations of god and tyrant, under the aegis of infallibility
My punctured lungs are want of air, spurred on by the terminal wasteland: the poison in the outer reaches
My sutured wounds have festered under the tongue-blade, and their dried palates, bloodthirsty, devoured me
And as soon as my lips are cleft, I am repaired; my mind is
The Tant is a lie

Lucidly I dreamLucidly I Dream Of YouLucidly I dream
Lucidly I dream of you, I approach near, hoping to be granted of what 'is', I hear. Uncomfortably I breach you with a stare, pouring life down on me, I am aware.
Hoping to be granted of what 'is', I hear, eyes piercing my inner being, trembling fear. Unequaled and abandoned, you cry, falsely protected by your lost soul, I try.
Uncomfortably I breach you with a stare, child prodigy recognized unfair. Volcanic emotions drive me near insanity, clearing my heart, detached humanity.
Pouring life down on me, I am a


The bed-sheetsI.The bed-sheets
I wept between the bed-sheets
where we made love, we made war, though both were fair.
I wept between the bed-sheets, but the first wave is parked close between the monoliths that raise the carport, so time is short.
I reinforce my battlements, build pylons of pillows don vestments and scents of war: Of sugar and lace, No armor, no mace
Devious Comments
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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Mandie
Peter [as a child]: Why did all the dinosaurs die out?
Man at museum: Because you touch yourself at night.
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Only fools are enslaved by time and space.
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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Step it up.
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I wanted to destroy something beautiful....
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I like mental visuals.
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I like mental visuals.
Thanks!
I'm not much of a haiku person, but I thought Gaze was a good concept from your gallery.
As for mine, I'm still working on it. I'm still improving, and there are very few poems in my gallery that show where I am now.
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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I like mental visuals.
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To request a critique please supply the following details:
1. Link to deviation OR gallery (please specify whether we should critique your poetry or prose - choose one only)
2. Anything we should pay specific attention to
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I'm not good with writing comments.
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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To become the overman, you must first go under.
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Eternity doesn't believe in forever.
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Not all who look, see.
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