for not all dreams are noble.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Choose your dreams wisely.
Cultivate them in selflessness,
for not all dreams are noble.
Most dreams are often veiled ambitions,
and in the process of fulfilling them,
we must manifest a 'whatever it takes' drive.
Dreams that seeks money, sex and power,
will demand a ruthless competitiveness
that will only diminish your soul in the process,
no matter what legacy it leaves after your dead.

Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N

I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon  
On a shelf at the B & N

Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N

Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was cocaine
Snorted at the B & N

Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
Into her bag at the B & N

Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N

At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N

Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N

Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er  rhrh  rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N

Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N

The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored           
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N

#and   #book   #noble   #to   #as   #often   #sellers   #barnes   #referred  
Jake Calle
Jake Calle
Oct 27, 2014

Memento Mori.

my dear  
friends, and
listen well. 

One day,
we will 
all die.

You are
all pieces
of shit.

jeffrey robin
Jul 27, 2010

nobility assaulted

how do we judge eachother......what IS
...........a MAN?

we may talk of "time and space" and all of its dimensions


what is OUR paradigm?

why are we  so

the defining activity


and no one knows it after these millions or billions of years!

day after day ......dribbles by

as we write love songs!!!!!

(love songs to lovers now strangers
AFTER they have gone!)


time for the LONG HARD ONE!

but , for this one time

let us "put it ALL"
on the line

and, whatever is there "at the end"

let us be THAT, my friends

Am allergic to certain things
But this one has won me over
Without detesting
Am flagged in
Though not appreciate am count at the corner.

This time my head buzzed
My heart was on its knees
Begging for her Hello.
I would smile for the rest of my day
Warmth gutted me as she drew closer
Whispering my wish of 'Hello'.
I stood up straight like I had been offered a job
She needed directions
While I smelt her colon
It went straight and blocked my nostrils.

Her shades blocked my sight for her eyes
And I kept restless
Glancing at her styles hair to nails
Finally she smiled thank you
And I smiled please come again
It's not that I loved her,
I was drifted by her sense of conduct


(   )
(      )


                                           ( How noble is the child ? )


& I

( among )


she loves me

She loves me because ( she says )

" Why not ? "


but she DOES love me


I first saw her when I was meditating

She was walking cross the desert floor


I saw forever see her and thru its eyes

I SAW her !




Sees me


And .... (?)


And lo ! Reality is born


There is something we gotta do !

( that is all she ever talks about )

Sarah Richards

You told me it'd
be my
if I gave you
my soul

if I held it
in my china
and gave it to you

you told me it would be
my fault
and I know
that it's

I swear that I am
but my downfall,
is you.

wouldn't that be noble?
Mar 16

let us remain a mystery to eachother

wouldn't that be noble?

that is not what i am

however, i would let you think so

you cannot think a certain way,

unless you know my name at first

and all we seem just fine and fair

until you hear my secrets


if i could go reverse in time

i'd let you think i'd change it

but if presented with the chance

i sure we'd meet the same way.


#love   #life  
sp;       noble

                                                     Is the tribe          of   Man

(  fires in the hills  )                                                                

                                                              maidens in the fields


                                                                       (the tribe of Man  )




                                                                 at their       Command

/    \


the tribe of        Man

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