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Man Feb 19
It's a good time
Hanging with animals,
Because there is no social pressure.
They merely love to live,
That is their pleasure.
There are no missed interpretations,
No alternate agendas;
Alive at nature's leisure
Zywa Feb 1
Today, too much is

happening, I must pretend --


it is a story.
Novel "Buitenstaanders" ("Outsiders", 1983, Renate Dorrestein), § 3

Collection "Truder"
Steve Page Oct 2023
Oi! What you doin’ sat over there,
cold shoulderin’, ignorin’ your mates?
Oi! Cephas! I’m talkin’ to you.
Who you impressin’ with your pious handshakes?

Why you pretendin’? Are you forgettin?
You trying to ignore just who you are?
You sat down with Him, saw who ate with Him
You saw up close what He stood for.

You know He didn't care who’s been snipped.
You’re not closer to Him sittin’ there.
We all are equally, fully forgiven.
So ain’t it about time you just grew a pair.

Tell the truth to your chums -
Pull up a chair.
It's easy to get distracted from the fundamentals.
Galatians 2.11-12
"When Cephas came to Antioch, I opposed him to his face, because he stood condemned, for before certain men came from James, he used to eat with the Gentiles. But when they arrived, he began to draw back and separate himself from the Gentiles because he was afraid of those who belonged to the circumcision group."
xavier thomas Apr 2023
Future Wife-

~forgive me. forgive for
not waiting on you like I was supposed to during ***.
I allowed my hormones & flesh
give the best of what
truly belongs to only you, to them.

forgive me- I was
still developing
into a new man
from a damage soul
under numerous baggage,
carrying their faults into mine.

forgive me- cause it’s about **** time
you came my way
after all these years
just waiting. ~
Kris Fireheart Apr 2023
There's a light, a flash,
When you live too fast...
You forget all the time
That you have...

Take it slow, and let it go,
Breathe in deeply through
Your nose,
For like a river,
Your soul shall flow...

No matter where you
Seem to go,
No matter what life
Seems to throw,

Take it slow,
Take it slow,
Take it slow...

And one day you will
Find your peace,
A gentle stream
Where you can breathe,

And you'll know,
And you'll know,
Oh, you'll know....

Don't live too fast,
Those kind of lives
They never last,
And then they pass,

Though it's fun to just
Let your spirit go!

But in the end,
I say, my friend,
Breathe in deeply
And ascend,

Take it slow,
Take it slow,
Take it slow...
A poem I wrote for a friend of mine who lives in Croatia. He has problems with pressure and impatience, the hustle and bustle of life. I decided to post it here for those of you who feel the same way. Sometimes we just need to stop, clear our minds of all the pressure, and just breathe and take it slow...
Ken Pepiton Nov 2022
Ai, as it is, in my nature,
my bend in the river, rounding an edge,
drop
off…

question I have ever had, is how's they do it?

Jeffers and Emerson, rich men, to begin with,
eh, what a difference
a childhood makes,

or a pension, I suppose, as good as rich,
growing old and happy, satisfied,
with what the rich man had, had he had
this satisfactory mind,
in my time.
Immersed in the life and work of men who may have seen the monstor pickling its liver, as now it's liver is nearly gnawed gone... in the civilized mind.
daphne Oct 2022
pressure makes diamonds
but humans are too delicate
their fragile hearts easily shaken
if you put too much pressure
they'll only end up
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Samantha Dietz Sep 2022
If someone were to make you, where would they begin?
Would they need a bowl, a cookie sheet, or some kind of molded tin?
Would you be sweet, a little sour, or even have a kick?
Would it be the knife that cut you, or the spoon from which they lick?
Would they start with cream to soften, or flour to make you thick?
Would the eggs just make you runny, or would they make you stick?
Would you need lemon zest, or pepper flakes, or chocolate chips?
Would you melt inside their mouths, or would you burn their lips?
Would you rise inside an oven, or would you boil above a flame?
Would they have memorized the recipe, or would they only know the name?
A prompt from a friend, thank you.
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