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Concoxide
Concoxide
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Behemoth in the bodhi tree Pay no mind Just don't be weak A lemon with a known disease Pay no mind It's one of three Career entrapped with no degree Pay no mind It's only me Haven't got a rosary Pay no mind Your soul's the key The bodhi tree The bodhi tree Is all we see.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
The Bodhi Tree
I don't feel like reading I don't feel like writing I don't feel like living But don't feel like dying If hope fills our pockets Then mines full of holes Since I don't feel much in there Only the lint common in clothes I'm told there's a journey With only one road To the center of something Some mention as soul And in this center we'd find What we've longed for all along Something brighter than diamonds And shinier than gold A little piece of something older Than the oldest of old It's so incredibly tiny Yet bigger than us all. This core, we share between us Like we're an orange's lobes Yet there is plenty to go around And for that, I'm thankful. And then, having arrived We rest...
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Journey Zenward
Paint the Earth And the moon Give it texture A random monsoon Make a baby Take a breath Sit back, let chance Control the rest Carve a basin River beds Give emotion As a test Beast of burden Wild to tame By intellectualizing brain ...Just hold it in your ***** with a wish of end delights... ...Or tear it all to pieces if it dies...
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Paint The Earth
The Source begets a drip. The drip begets a drop. The drop gave birth to a monster, Which alone did conjure a dot From the dot inflated dimensions Rules and laws Clumps and clots And in time did organize systems Centralized masses Accretion disks and the lot The masses mastered alchemical crafts Fusing matter to form more complex packs And just when it seemed not up to the task Collapsed Exploding in a tremendous flash. And scattered in the remnants Of dusts and of gas Could be found tiny nuggets of shiny gold and dull lead. All of this complex diversity then amassed And together they would work to form organic interactions. Biochemical processes led those cells to adapt Complexity expanded and evolved on a track. Cells began working together And more systems were formed Specializations took over Organs sharing what they forged. Sentience was achieved In vicious beasts in the seas Spilling out across the lands Making wars and achieving peace. Communities formed First tribes, then nation-states All leading towards another Larger, grander homeostasis Symbiosis is the goal of this Selfless harmony for the All Systems upon systems Upon systems Upon null.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Systems Upon Null
The monster is the one who claims the largest following. The victim will someday switch the role. For we beat the dog that bites And mistreat the throne To rectify the notions of oppression An eye for an eye Now we're all without light.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Monsters, Sightless With Jars of Eyes
Everyone swimming in the confidence of their own assertions. Yet no one holds the winning powerball. no one at all. we've just these crude drawings That imitate a scratch and sniff.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Ideological Lottery
here, on the surface of air, i rest against a substance that manages to wet my soul. something tugs and i bob into it. though I'm quickly ****** right back out as the grip loosens. an introduction to a terrifying upheaval of what is known and familiar. another world I've seen there a place that the words I've chosen simply can't describe in mere comparative prose. what vault of pages holds the phrases we'd hope could explain and conceptualize that space? what language contains an account of the things I've seen? it was then, with ego in shreds, existentially threatened and backed into a corner with dread, having been revealed of that which exists and that which does not that I realized... This is all we've got .. The illusion built around us is but a pack of Lincoln Logs® We are not yet living and we're already dead. And in this, our plot reserved for building Heaven, we've been so blind as to construct ourselves a hell instead. now the teachings make more sense, in this new light .. as does our tendency to misunderstand them. We deserve the world that we build for others. Not the one that we build for ourselves with vainglory in the name of our God.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Lincoln Logs®
form another idea. express another concern. we'll have a difference of opinion in the fullest sense of the word. forget how much we've been saving. don't second guess what we've spent. the cost is lost in the lessons that we show for in the end. some people call it the present, and others call it a curse, but we can all agree that our time here ..isn't extracurricular.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
Life is Not Extracurricular
a hundred different ways to throw the chemicals off, but all you need to know it's an ephemeral cause. and even if you're ready you'll be caught off guard like cameras capturing you blink. for no one is invincible from visceral law. emotions can imprison with invisible bars. it's hard but you should know that we can live with our scars. we'll be paroled and free. a hundred different ways for us to relieve the pain. each one of them effective or at least not in vain. a closet full of skeletons will take you all day but will be worth the WAIT! and so i hope that you can cope with what you don't want to feel. it's easy to concede it but it's hard when it's real. our heart's will harden like a callous, starting to heal. SO JUST PUMICE IT ALL AWAY!!! OK?
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Importance of the Pumice Stone
my tolerance for incompetence is obviously under modulus intense tensive stress pressed upon me it's no nominal anomaly. insomniatic consequences collect with compounding interest astounding acts of disrespect compress my lack of patience. I'm barely present in the moment often engrossed in intellectual opus enough with the hocus pocus this stone just won't produce water it's hopeless. open minds let locusts in and closed ones pay the pope in sin good folks cope with life on the inside, too shy to reveal they know the solution.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
Young's Modulus