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ZACK GRAM Feb 25
Drones lazor equipt
Build a forcefield
In a sphere lazor armor
You cant touch plasma
Ill go 10 mph in a lazor held vehicle
100 years twa but space
Ill static electricity a sphere and mercury
Like nurolink
Dont blink
Emp no charge
D
I
E
Like a cad machine
Ill build a perfect layer beam an platform
Name 1 poet area 51 who got
Alien in his cell
Ill bounce off gravity particles
Ill 18.8 frequency **** 24.4
Noone got a lazor as nice as me *****
I ain lying invincible soon we flying
Unknown Forces
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2023
Fri Feb 10
8:12 AM


“As artists, we are exposed to a heavy level of scrutiny, mostly from ourselves,” adds Villarini-Velez. “At times we might be insecure when a choreographer asks us to do something that takes us away from our usual, classical vocabulary. I felt like some of my peers who aren’t exposed to this movement would feel insecure at times, but nonetheless, rise up to the challenge of exploring new levels of artistry. It’s easy to rely on our usual bag of tricks, but I enjoy the risks of detaching from what looks good and moving in a way that feels good. It’s our responsibility to rise to these challenges and expand our artistic horizons.”(1)

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guilty. as charged.
so, incorporating new words,
differing styles.
do what does not come naturally.

“detach from what looks good,
moving in a way that feels good”

make radicalization your ethos
make new-for-you your eponym.
give your name to what you create,
a mere signature insufficient, it is not part of the work!

taste the wet words upon tongue and lips,
let the saliva linkage be to the following morseling phrase,
the mouth sac moist be where verbal embryos are birthed.

hear them spoke in your voice, but,
silently, in your mind, and yet, speak-say them inside
with the shocking thunderous force of a newborn’s first cry.

and when you read them assembled,
weep with pleasure, relieved, this, your child,
looks exactly like no one, with but trace elemental traits of you.

but it is all yours, sinew and cell, fiber and skin,
drawn unformed, ejected from the intramural hollows of the body,
then and only then, mark them at last as truly

*mine..
(1) https://www.nycballet.com/discover/stories/dancers-on-keerati-jinakunwiphats-fortuitous-ash?utmsource=wordf­ly&utmmedium=email&utmcampaign=FY23MKTRELBalletBriefing-February&utmcontent=version_A&uid=1075607&promo=58231
They cut down the trees and then urge the young to plant them again, about how life goes, as if age is just a number, and we no longer believe in power.

They cut down the trees, clear land,
make production, then shop spree for a vision and mission because life only once and needs to be enjoyed, wrapped in a paper bag and then thrown away and become a homeless person's sleeping mat in front of the overhang of shops.
Indonesia, 19th October 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
topacio Apr 2020
Going in
Can be hard
When you don’t know
If it’s
demons
Or angels
That inhabit you
Strying Feb 2020
Some days I feel like getting up,
others,
I don't.
I lift my finger off my bed, and I say,
not today.

Sometimes I wonder if people notice the small things,
like my eye bags getting bigger,
or the slight limp in my walk.
Maybe they do and maybe they don't,
that's not up to me.
It's all up for grabs.

I like to think I'm in charge,
but I know I'm just drifting.
People around me are just carrying me along through life.
I'll never be the person they all look to.
The "Imma 2020 president candidate," tik tok that people actually support.

No love, no nothing.
Drifting. Drifting. Drifting.
Some days I do my homework,
some days I can't even open my laptop.
It's not up to me, it's all up for grabs.
idk if I really believe that I don't have control, maybe sometimes.
Poetic T Feb 2020
Stormzy, more like bad lyrics
in a teacup, scream that your
street, but you brush of the
norm and drive around like
you better, than the bros that really
                      live and die on the street.

But you more receded than your
                hair line..

finking you know what the lyrics
you spill really mean.

But you faker than
          your forehead botoox
   that don't mean what you spill...

Like you lyrics..

                           That are like a bag
of scrabble spilt on the floor,
   disorganized sentences that
                                      mean nothing..

Making sentences that don't even flow,
         A desert flows smother than your


rhyme..

you faker than a Kardashian, but cheaper..
this is a parody no offence is meant..
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2020
The Lightning Man.

In life we beat out our time; knees bent, singing and dancing.
In death our spirit, reappears in human, plant and animal form, recycled; reborn.
In telling our stories; we move through the days and walk in the past.
We push up mountains and invoke the rain.
We cut our bodies; dress in leaves, oil and paper bark,
We paint our bones red with ochre returning to the womb from which we sprang.
Nothing has changed...all is as it should be.
humans doing the same old thing
the dope
is crank
on the
scene as
rancidity with
duff so
heck with
the caffeine
it feels
like coke
now in
her variety
of crack
this speedball
mustn't hurt
the law
in doubt
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