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JasonAull
Where money is not, no love is bought. There love is free, as it should be.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 12:08 AM UTC
Loves fertile ground
The more you lend your money ear, the more it takes away your cheer.
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Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
The joy killer
The Juggernaut How firm he stands, The toughest beast In all the lands. Few dare to give him any fight. For who can stand above his height? So proud his speech, So proud his stride, His hubris swells up deep inside. But with all His pride and might, What brings him down Is out of sight. His enemy Is out of view. It feeds within, With little clue. He will not hear. He is not swayed. He will not seek physicians aide. And so the worm Will eat him ‘live. Upon his rot It loves to thrive. The Juggernaut Walks tall and free, But he must die in liberty.
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
The Juggernaut
The mean old man, he’s serving food. I’m not a fan of how he’s rude. His angry voice and bitter way, give me no choice but stay away. I dare not feel his rotten soul. Such icy steel just takes its toll. If I avoid while he prepares, I’m less annoyed in vile he shares. And so I wait for him to go. And play with fate I do not know.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
The bitter chef
Stand up straight, don’t make a face, Fix your collar—know your place. Hands behaved, don’t drag your feet, A perfect child, so small, so neat. Smile wide, let no one see, The part of you that isn’t free. A family framed, so proud, so tall, A happy home—or so they call. Green velour, a little grin, Hiding everything within. A flash, a snap, a moment caught, A memory you never sought. They see love, they see grace, They never saw the other face. The one that flinched, the one that knew, What happened right before the view. So up it hung, so big, so bright, A picture bathed in perfect light. And there you are, still frozen in time, Smiling like you’re doing fine.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Picture Perfect
Life can be tough. That’s just how it goes. Sometimes it’s enough to drag you through lows. Sometimes all you know is pain and its sting. Sometimes life will throw just about anything. It’s all for your good. But it won’t seem that way. It’s all understood as a plan rotten day. Looking back you will see the gem hell will give. But for now it will be just a crap way to live.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
The ugly day
The sun grows warm, so trees will bloom. Winter crawls back to his tomb. The leaf grows green to now be seen. Good riddance to the cold and gloom. The flowers dawn in colored dress. So simply does their hue impress. As Nature sings, her beauty springs; from such a bitter hard duress.
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC
The touch of Spring
"Man's biological nature is such, that reason cannot always guide his behavior." Raymond Aron. Distrust "nature" — on fools she plays, Her rest lies in their flaws concealed. The world is mad, and not in jest; When Spirit falls, the Abyss is revealed. It's not cold reason that inspires, But Spirit pure that leads us through. Though now you burn in hellish fires, Stand strong in Spirit, not subdue. In Russian: Не доверяй "природе" "Биологическая природа человека такова, что его поведение не может всегда мотивироваться рассудком.". Раймон Арон. Не верь "природе" — на уроде Век отдыхает уж она. Безумен мир, и то не ВРОДЕ: Коль Дух похерен, ужас Дна. Не мотивация рассудка, А Чистый Дух всех нас спасёт. Пускай сейчас ты в Аде жутком, Коль Духом крепок, всё пройдёт.
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
Distrust "nature"
Joe the red ate lots of bread. His massive gut was quite well fed. So slow his feet, to cross the street, that angry drivers wished him dead.
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Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
Joe The Red
A nasal drone of endless lies Pours into slaves’ distracted ears. While watchful cops, with eager eyes, Defend the chains and stoke the fears. In Russian: Пропагандоны и полицаи Гундос понос словесный валит На уши суетных рабов. А полицай всех прытких жалит В защите всех "святых" оков.
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Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
Propagandists and Police