Ghosts


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Of all ghosts

the ghosts

of our old loves

are the worst

They linger

in corners

dark spaces

just there

Ethereal mists

we cannot remove

erase wash away

ignore

Ghosts

of old loves

are out of all

the worst

Mediocrity


Greatness-vs.-Mediocrity

Mediocrity knows nothing

higher than itself

but talent instantly

recognizes genius

The mediocre stay

within their bounds

always the same

never changing

Talent sees beyond

recognizing like minds

genius joins

genius

Those with talent

recognize the genius

those in mediocrity

see nothing

Stagnation


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My mind rebels at stagnation

I abhor the dull routine of existence

I crave for mental exaltation

Give me problems give me work

Give me the most abstruse cryptogram

give me the most intricate analysis

Only then am I in my most proper atmosphere

give me problems

Stagnation breeds laziness

dull routines embody boredom

being bored is the worst of all lives

my mind rebels

Craving mental exaltation

my mind rebels

the stagnation oppressive

give me work

Game


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The game is afoot

would you care to play

perhaps not as easy

as one would think

Games of life and love

both set in chance

or is it fate

who can know for sure

Winning or losing

the game’s the thing

perchance to play

grow learn live

Come now won’t you join

together makes it easier

play hard

the game is afoot

Lonely


single-tree

All great and precious

things are lonely

solitary beings

alone

In quiet solitude

they linger there

watching silently

lonely

Spending ancient years

apart and separate

unknown depths

solitary

Lonely things these

that are always

great and

precious

Escape


escape

My life is spent in one

long effort to escape from

the commonplaces of

existence

Seeking constantly the varied

blissful points of being

in the outer edges of

reality

Never ending struggle to find

things outside of the common

freshening up the minds

corners

Commonplaces of existence

long efforts to escape

how my life is

spent

Art


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Art in the blood

is liable to take

the strangest

forms

Coursing through the veins

different for each one

forms become

strange

Each outlet expressed differently

from each artist’s mind

every one

exposed

Genius madman either one

liable to take strangest forms

art in

blood

Angels


angels

I may be on the side

of the angels

but don’t for one

second

think that I am

one

of them

Angels are a real rarity

in this world

even more so in

us

who pretend to be

something

quite different

Because one does some good

don’t think that

in corners of their

soul

they are ever anything

more

than devils

Don’t for one second think

regardless of side

that they are indeed

angels

or for that matter

one

of them

Truth


truth

Any truth

is better than

infinite doubt

Knowing is

always better than

the supposed

Facts are

infinitely more comforting

than worry

Reality can

calm the mind

over fear

Infinite doubt

is far worse

than truth

Jealousy


Jealousy

Jealousy

is a strange transformer

of characters

Turning

the seemingly kindest

into monsters

Twisting

friendships long held

until destroyed

Causing

no end of drama

flowing constantly

Strange

transformer of characters

this jealousy

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