Poetical Analysis Poems

I once picked a flower, in the shadow of the new moon

Little did I know, with its blossom I picked my doom
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Have you ever heard a story you know wasn't true

But, somehow it turned out to be all about you
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No floating eye or brazen head
Can bare to hear what must be said
No struggling mother, no desperate father
No terrified son or battered daughter
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Hey Jack,
We know how much you really lied
Hey Jack,
We know, at your end, you really tried
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This mirror reflects my face

The spin of the Sun replicates my pace
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Socrates ain't dead enough for me

I'm The Hemlock to wipe him from all humanity
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After everything was made, & all the stories of what happened had been told & painted, when there were enough things to see that the eyes were full, & more sounds than the ears could tell apart, & more smells than the nose cared to meet, then the first feeling was all alone.
So, First Feeling went to Nose & asked Nose, 'Do you know me? '
Nose sniffed First Feeling & said, 'I don't know. I can't smell you at all.'
Then First Feeling found Ears & asked, 'What do you think I am? '
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Can a poem raise the dead
Awaken ancient visions in a civilized head
Can a man who had renounced the sacred role of Father
Offering to demons his very own sons & daughters
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Who foretells the future fraught

Towards to make a robot human, I think not
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The beauty of bureaucracy is the power of the myth

The equinox of the brutal truth of how bad this system really is
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