shimon weinroth Poems

we live in a culture
nutured by nature
culled by a fate
spawned by a father,
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grinning pumpkins,
witches and gargoyles,
littered black and orange
leaving us in the red,
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whispers, bring back
robust times and passion teased,
visceral centers,
impose their fleshy dictates,
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are more than just that
some beckon, some threaten,
others open in welcome,
into their mini-cosmos
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soothe the surface of your soul
don't get involved,
or go any deeper
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a point,
joins lines together
losing identity
creates new forms
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the new millenium of omnipotent disaster
neuro-toxis inhaled, breathing, of fresh air
paralysed the muscles choke and suffocate
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the soothing ointment,
balm of ego and id
worn on my sleeve,
feather of my cap
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I'm a speech act, fathered by a predicate,
born with words, on the waves of an act
stirred to speak the language of command,
my kernal of duality owes allegiance first,
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Out OF This World
surrealism dis di men sions
torts
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