Poems about poem

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I ain't goin
Nowhere

­ I'm just stickin
Around

Do you know Me?

Do you feel
My Love?

Do you know how much
I'm hurtin?

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Do You
Care?

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Walkin thru The blood
War STREETS!

A burnin Criminal
Nation!

With a Torn up
Constitution!

And millions and millions
Of Innocent Children
Dyin
In Pover­ ty

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Amid the
Laughter

Of Psychopathic
Sickness

Evil Incarnate

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Here we are
Here we are

Here we are
Here we are

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Goin Nowhere

Denouement matter matters
Nounema matters matter
Scatter, sakura flower bossom
Autumn, not pink here, but something
Very close to a red (orange).

This is not a poem

It's way too soon
To write you a love poem,
But I think I may be in the socially acceptable time frame
To write you a like poem.

Yesterday, my doctor told me to cut cheese out of my diet,
So I'll try to keep the sentiment as vegan as possible.

Poets are the watchers in the tower
Scribbling, watching, waiting, hour after hour

They watch the depravity of man
They see their sinful plans
They watch the plant breath
They mourn as it bleeds
They watch the changing of the seasons
Connect the dots, make it all rhyme with reason
They watch the winged things fly
Shot down, plummet from the sky
They watch the good and the bad play out
From the paper the poets scream out and shout

They write about beauty and about what makes one cower
For the have endless combinations of words, endless power
They can drain you of hope, or make you flower
They are the watchers in the tower

Anything visible, and
Anything that can be grasped by thought,
Is bounded.

Anything bounded is finite.
Anything finite is not undifferentiated.
The boundless is called Ein Sof, Infinite.
It is absolute undifferentiation in
Perfect,
Changeless
Oneness.

Since it is boundless, there is nothing outside of it.
Since it transcends and conceals itself,
It is the essence
Of everything hidden and concealed.

Since it is concealed, it is the root of faith
And
The root of rebellion.

As it is written, "One who is righteous lives by his faith. "
We comprehend it only by way of no.

Friendship is like pissing your pants.

Everyone can see it, but only you
Can feel it's true warmth.

Thank you for being the piss in my pants.
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This is just a fun little challenge I wanted to do with everyone!
So lets see who has the most poetic humor!!!

Mind empty
Thoughts not connecting
Words not forming sentences
Letters floating freely
Not even one simple idea to go off of

Everything is messy
Too messy to make anything make sense.