PaKa - Hello Poetry

Stage 1 Grinning elder disappearing disappearing Loving the time gone by gone by Slow foxtrot (I'm laying down) down) Piece by peace tranquillize tranquillize Reminisce in the absence of hostility hostility Complete deaf definity definity Stage 2 Foxtrot is not slow anymore rather it is phlegmatic Prolonged Broken I am still thinking i am No day is Sunday No thought is clear Static Beautiful Stage 3 Try Not playing for record Jump (bleep) Remember that they are the ones dead You can take a break or stop Jump Look at yourself you can stop at any second you are here The atrophied record jumps Stage 4 Suffocating No second left no second given to breathe We're on the other side This is where the mind meets the instinct and the brain becomes a fluid free of flow I feel free Free from thought Free from thought The best from invalidity Stage 5 I care what he's saying Am I supposed to feel anything Recycled Right there is he sitting again just this time behIND A CLOSED DOOR RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT Where am I Give away We cry Stage 6 Alone Single The empty *****

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Jun 29, 2021

Jun 29, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC

The Caretaker's symphony No.11

Stage 1 Grinning elder disappearing disappearing Loving the time gone by gone by Slow foxtrot (I'm laying down) down) Piece by peace tranquillize tranquillize Reminisce in the absence of hostility hostility Complete deaf definity definity Stage 2 Foxtrot is not slow anymore rather it is phlegmatic Prolonged Broken I am still thinking i am No day is Sunday No thought is clear Static Beautiful Stage 3 Try Not playing for record Jump (bleep) Remember that they are the ones dead You can take a break or stop Jump Look at yourself you can stop at any second you are here The atrophied record jumps Stage 4 Suffocating No second left no second given to breathe We're on the other side This is where the mind meets the instinct and the brain becomes a fluid free of flow I feel free Free from thought Free from thought The best from invalidity Stage 5 I care what he's saying Am I supposed to feel anything Recycled Right there is he sitting again just this time behIND A CLOSED DOOR RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT Where am I Give away We cry Stage 6 Alone Single The empty *****

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I can only see through my I Look at what I drew A flat announcement of disaster - I am better than you I'm a satin falcon So I salute myself I, I, I captain Underneath your clothes I'm wearing nothing If I peel away your skin we're both the same Dentists and surgeons only ever see one person I V

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC

III

I can only see through my I Look at what I drew A flat announcement of disaster - I am better than you I'm a satin falcon So I salute myself I, I, I captain Underneath your clothes I'm wearing nothing If I peel away your skin we're both the same Dentists and surgeons only ever see one person I V

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(I am standing in front of my open second floor apartment window naked for my boxer briefs briefing the nightly field) Start with the smell of blossoming lilacs With the night full of ambient noise That with rare birdsongs and barks is in wonderful poise Light poles stab out my eyes The wet cold makes me sick I am now the ambient noise That is beating the hope with a stick

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Jun 6, 2021

Jun 6, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC

Etude No.1

(I am standing in front of my open second floor apartment window naked for my boxer briefs briefing the nightly field) Start with the smell of blossoming lilacs With the night full of ambient noise That with rare birdsongs and barks is in wonderful poise Light poles stab out my eyes The wet cold makes me sick I am now the ambient noise That is beating the hope with a stick

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"(..) a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all" /Richard Bach I used to spend days crying my eyes out on the pillow Now I'm blowing bubbles in the park I've become my own widow The other side consumed itself by the dark I'm a lark and I bark, and I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark Not a brithmark, no scar, nor rotting tissue - it's a spark, a spark Tomorrow I will take flight and fight But today I'm blowing bubbles Because no bubbles gleam rainbow in the night

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May 29, 2021

May 29, 2021 at 2:46 AM UTC

Blowing bubbles

"(..) a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all" /Richard Bach I used to spend days crying my eyes out on the pillow Now I'm blowing bubbles in the park I've become my own widow The other side consumed itself by the dark I'm a lark and I bark, and I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark Not a brithmark, no scar, nor rotting tissue - it's a spark, a spark Tomorrow I will take flight and fight But today I'm blowing bubbles Because no bubbles gleam rainbow in the night

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"Jesus loves you, can't you see? He loves you, and he loves me." /Edmund McMillen I've always known a guy from a christian band Who made an offhand comment that the bassist is racist and the singer - a **** I did not see remorse Of course, due to the talking in bad faith I will not participate Even tho I was offered a red key to unseal the ***** lock Well, ok, to be honest, I couldn't anyways because I do quite like **** - I vote for Dorothy's friends But god knows he's got no ballot Was the lock ***** - I don't know, but the ***** certainly got dusty Here hides the reason of why I'm so angry, the case was open and shut Dust isn't suficient - the ***** need to be cut

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC

Colored black hole

"Jesus loves you, can't you see? He loves you, and he loves me." /Edmund McMillen I've always known a guy from a christian band Who made an offhand comment that the bassist is racist and the singer - a **** I did not see remorse Of course, due to the talking in bad faith I will not participate Even tho I was offered a red key to unseal the ***** lock Well, ok, to be honest, I couldn't anyways because I do quite like **** - I vote for Dorothy's friends But god knows he's got no ballot Was the lock ***** - I don't know, but the ***** certainly got dusty Here hides the reason of why I'm so angry, the case was open and shut Dust isn't suficient - the ***** need to be cut

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Don't le Never g Downfall is We shouldn' Yes.

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May 12, 2021

May 12, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC

The endless paroscope of art

Don't le Never g Downfall is We shouldn' Yes.

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You can talk but I still want you to leave to other masses As long as you don't spend some days without your sunglasses That absorb the screams of classes but not the great debaters And, hei, don't forget your aviators Every single thing you touch sounds plain, simple, easy Whilst your politics and philosophy at best gets a subtitle as something ****** So live, love, laugh and money has never grown on trees Means if I'll ever need it I'll ask for your expertise that seems to always come with ease Like mayo on chips Or a mayor with his chicks But instead of beauties you have a rotten mix of hardened constructions and distractions that form in one-off interactions Media would love you, the public as well Whilst people would **** you to hell Because **** you do: with all the major philosophies But I will not ***** you 'cause of all the ******** STDs Clap for ****** bow to gonorrhea You won't be getting rid of those any time soon, will ya? You know you are gaining victories to Socrates, you always come first Are you worse than what I can get from you? You are aware of your existential thirst But to know something they all need to be rich So I'll tell you what you are You are a philosopher's *****

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May 2, 2021

May 2, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC

Aviators

You can talk but I still want you to leave to other masses As long as you don't spend some days without your sunglasses That absorb the screams of classes but not the great debaters And, hei, don't forget your aviators Every single thing you touch sounds plain, simple, easy Whilst your politics and philosophy at best gets a subtitle as something ****** So live, love, laugh and money has never grown on trees Means if I'll ever need it I'll ask for your expertise that seems to always come with ease Like mayo on chips Or a mayor with his chicks But instead of beauties you have a rotten mix of hardened constructions and distractions that form in one-off interactions Media would love you, the public as well Whilst people would **** you to hell Because **** you do: with all the major philosophies But I will not ***** you 'cause of all the ******** STDs Clap for ****** bow to gonorrhea You won't be getting rid of those any time soon, will ya? You know you are gaining victories to Socrates, you always come first Are you worse than what I can get from you? You are aware of your existential thirst But to know something they all need to be rich So I'll tell you what you are You are a philosopher's *****

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I imagine this is how we all die Give me a reason to live and I might not fall down It's 'cause of all the lower case t's I hate the big hatted clown Alone in a burning forest: I watched you grow, now I'll see you die The crazy flames will put me to rest And all the pitiful bikes can see me cry So why won't you stop to say goodbye? Is this broken stump a metaphor for me? Am I balancing on the Shakespearean soliloquy? Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy is my memory Sour dreams made wolverine marks on my body A few pills never killed anyone Just pop 'em, I'll be your ******* villain Am I displaced or are they? Poor soul, has to work on a Monday "I'm ashamed, I only took a few, Please help, I must be misunderstood" They are ignoring my ****** Invalidity I'm losing my physical self too, this feels so great My mind is dead weight I promised them so I guess I should stop being a tate One step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Otger steo Snother step Morw stepst Morvw Moew Moq Empty ***** has become divine Columbine with an atrophied spine

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Apr 26, 2021

Apr 26, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC

Invalidity

I imagine this is how we all die Give me a reason to live and I might not fall down It's 'cause of all the lower case t's I hate the big hatted clown Alone in a burning forest: I watched you grow, now I'll see you die The crazy flames will put me to rest And all the pitiful bikes can see me cry So why won't you stop to say goodbye? Is this broken stump a metaphor for me? Am I balancing on the Shakespearean soliloquy? Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy is my memory Sour dreams made wolverine marks on my body A few pills never killed anyone Just pop 'em, I'll be your ******* villain Am I displaced or are they? Poor soul, has to work on a Monday "I'm ashamed, I only took a few, Please help, I must be misunderstood" They are ignoring my ****** Invalidity I'm losing my physical self too, this feels so great My mind is dead weight I promised them so I guess I should stop being a tate One step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Another step Otger steo Snother step Morw stepst Morvw Moew Moq Empty ***** has become divine Columbine with an atrophied spine

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I am the man who naked stands behind a brick wall Engraved god's iron crosses deep in the skin So raise your hand higher, follow my lead I'll probably **** some boys and continue to inbreed Heat me up, complete me with a stamp Thou shalt always have a t on thy chest That's my chic, this is mine camp And I will never let my art be unblessed I was naked and shouted say 10! An echo blasted even bloced **** gents Omnipotence. Cut I bleed under bandages We are all ****** stop me or try Death in a dark ally, god smacks in Iowa With one hand raised, the other gesturing I love ya

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC

I love it in the arts

I am the man who naked stands behind a brick wall Engraved god's iron crosses deep in the skin So raise your hand higher, follow my lead I'll probably **** some boys and continue to inbreed Heat me up, complete me with a stamp Thou shalt always have a t on thy chest That's my chic, this is mine camp And I will never let my art be unblessed I was naked and shouted say 10! An echo blasted even bloced **** gents Omnipotence. Cut I bleed under bandages We are all ****** stop me or try Death in a dark ally, god smacks in Iowa With one hand raised, the other gesturing I love ya

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A sign says "Please don't feed the pigeons! They will find food by making grounded decisions." But on the grain, Jealous and vain, Lays a man full of broken visions. *** People don't pick cigarettes, Cigarettes pick people.

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC

"Please don't feed the pigeons!'

A sign says "Please don't feed the pigeons! They will find food by making grounded decisions." But on the grain, Jealous and vain, Lays a man full of broken visions. *** People don't pick cigarettes, Cigarettes pick people.

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