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The Official ATS Poetry Thread

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posted on Dec, 6 2016 @ 11:45 AM
Shall we stay with what we know
Pushed on by the incomplete summer
scratching for the right words
I begin in blue, knowing what
is cool.

I cannot think of your name
New Mexico, Vermont
Boston. Am I losing my mind
I have been over that abyss before
I have always seen my life as drama.

posted on Dec, 6 2016 @ 07:22 PM
I spend the days alone
walking from one end of the house
to the other.
The memories are silkscreened
on cheap Chinese cotton
There would be no one
to talk to even if I could
think of something to say.

posted on Dec, 16 2016 @ 01:50 PM
I know, I know
you tell me as I
pack away my Fender.
The ritual begins again.
A Sunrise for you,
and a Mt. Dew for me.
You think I'm famous
I'll drive....

I open your door
What's next? You
say, take off your
jacket and stand
in the mist of my
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posted on Dec, 18 2016 @ 08:05 PM
I remember excitable boy
Walking some lonely beach
while I play the Cuban room
In Miami Beach where
everything is fake and
smells like powder from a
lonely old woman.

So what name will we
give it?
This golden knowledge of
our sweet Tathagata or Maitreya.
This lesson was taught
long ago, systems are
awake but empty.
Brothers and Sisters,
this is not the song
of modern men, just
a strange moment in

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posted on Dec, 25 2016 @ 10:01 AM
a reply to: olaru12

there we go again
promises broken before
we make them
traces of the apocalypse
rot, wires and chains
men and women
of the Nation
pass but listen only
to the sleepwalkers
from desolation row
hanging postcards on
our wet faces, reading
words of silence and

posted on Mar, 28 2017 @ 12:14 PM
Don't be ashamed,
I want to thank you
for the warning in this
gathering madness.

I'm two different people
God in the morning
with my medicinal waltz
and new metaphors.

And as punishment
reformation every minute
of the day.
there is no silence
there is danger in the air.

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