Poetry

The Infinite

The Infinite is about flying, but not being able to go high enough. It is about longing to reach the stars.

I am as a bird, soaring on the invisible, Transfixed between the earth and a thin veil of white. I am on the ceiling of my world, My heart free, but my mind yearning. Sun...

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Out 2

My hatred for nite clubs 

Wide eyed whores mingle with barroom bores

Girls with soured sugar daddy's 

Police taken their take ,women marking their mark 

Over weight junkies conduct biusness with diseased ridden flunkys 

And they all watch daddy's little queen with boyfriends little dream

Stagger...

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Lost

Missing 

Remember we used to drink the day away 

My arm around you in Katy's tavern 

Remember we used to drink the day away 

Sitting so close in the crown kissing under lady liberty in the Manhattan 

Remember we...

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L s d on Belfast

A very strange walk home from a bar  

Feral women and rabid men reel their way through drunken streets.       

Faces pressed up against windows of gold dust taxis ,passerby signal with one or to fingers 

Abuse fills the entries and doorways...

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Intentional Anachronisms

What is the concept of time? Semantics, perception, time not being linear, quantum mechanics, dark matter

Intentional anachronisms by Carling Ernstzen 

What is time?

the darkness of night dissipating to light blue and finally orange hues of dawn. 

Transition, perception , inverted and mirrored back to our sensibilities to be reinterpreted like reading...

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Atrophy

Unrequited love, visceral emotions, feelings things deeply, logic and rationality vs the intangible 

Atrophy poem by Carling Ernstzen

I feel like the breathe has been ripped from my chest, pulled out like a silk scarf. Struggle for breathe.  Coming undone as all my senses fold in upon themselves. 

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Open heart insurgency

Break up, love, heart ache, sadness, loss,, relationships

Open heart insurgency-poem by Carling Ernstzen

Im a naive, mercurial martyr 

Its a bitter poison to swallow

trying to be realistic about the situation.

Ive offered myself willingly to you, like a sacrifice,

You cut my heart out but...

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Intelligence Kills (how my algorithm resulted in my cremation)

Mental health, intelligence, giftedness, Joan of arc, enlightened

I, like Joan was burnt at the stake You see we made the same mistake

To start thinking for ourselves  And vehemently refusing to be shelved  And muted So we donned our armour  And refuted 

the...

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My parents the moaning monists

Mental health, family relationships, parents, depression, manic-depression, psychology, psychiatrists,nature vs nurture, psychoanalysis 

My parents the moaning monists by Carling Ernstzen  (Musings and hyperbole on the results of being raised by egalitarian hypocrites)

*Disclaimer- no hatchets were used, only belts, fists and verbal tirades

"I'm not sad , I'm...

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Because You are

The poem is about God and because He is who He is, I can be who I am. He's confident and bold and loving and so I can be too. I'm facing many challenges...

Nothing in this physical life is guaranteed

But when I lay prostrate before You with tears running down my face using my prayer as seed

Words fail me but my heart relentlessly reaching out to the...

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