insufficient - Hello Poetry

High o'er the mountains And the majestic pines Come the Giants Black and gray Bearing waterfalls within thy self Cooling the atmosphere.

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

Weather report

High o'er the mountains And the majestic pines Come the Giants Black and gray Bearing waterfalls within thy self Cooling the atmosphere.

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The old fable covers a doctrine ever new and sublime; that there is One Man, — present to all particular men only partially, or through one faculty; and that you must take the whole society to find the whole man. Man is not a farmer, or a professor, or an engineer, but he is all. Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state, these functions are parcelled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his. The fable implies, that the individual, to possess himself, must sometimes return from his own labor to embrace all the other laborers. But unfortunately, this original unit, this fountain of power, has been so distributed to multitudes, has been so minutely subdivided and peddled out, that it is spilled into drops, and cannot be gathered. The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters, — a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man. Man is thus metamorphosed into a thing, into many things. The planter, who is Man sent out into the field to gather food, is seldom cheered by any idea of the true dignity of his ministry. He sees his bushel and his cart, and nothing beyond, and sinks into the farmer, instead of Man on the farm. The tradesman scarcely ever gives an ideal worth to his work, but is ridden by the routine of his craft, and the soul is subject to dollars. The priest becomes a form; the attorney, a statute-book; the mechanic, a machine; the sailor, a rope of a ship.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC

Excerpt from: "The American Scholar" -Ralph Waldo Emmerson

The old fable covers a doctrine ever new and sublime; that there is One Man, — present to all particular men only partially, or through one faculty; and that you must take the whole society to find the whole man. Man is not a farmer, or a professor, or an engineer, but he is all. Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state, these functions are parcelled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his. The fable implies, that the individual, to possess himself, must sometimes return from his own labor to embrace all the other laborers. But unfortunately, this original unit, this fountain of power, has been so distributed to multitudes, has been so minutely subdivided and peddled out, that it is spilled into drops, and cannot be gathered. The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters, — a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man. Man is thus metamorphosed into a thing, into many things. The planter, who is Man sent out into the field to gather food, is seldom cheered by any idea of the true dignity of his ministry. He sees his bushel and his cart, and nothing beyond, and sinks into the farmer, instead of Man on the farm. The tradesman scarcely ever gives an ideal worth to his work, but is ridden by the routine of his craft, and the soul is subject to dollars. The priest becomes a form; the attorney, a statute-book; the mechanic, a machine; the sailor, a rope of a ship.

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You gotta understand that I'm hard to understand I am not the same person at 10am and 10pm.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC

Time Xone

You gotta understand that I'm hard to understand I am not the same person at 10am and 10pm.

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I write in hopes to see the lightning bolt yellow.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC

Motivation (10w)

I write in hopes to see the lightning bolt yellow.

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We look up at the same stars and see such different things.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC

°Perspective•

We look up at the same stars and see such different things.

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I'm not like you I think outside the box Just a little different I'm not lost Outsider,-- Looking in, has its cost Has its benefits In my opinion I would have my store open on Sunday I'm sorry I just like to profit Don't look down on me You're not any better using Downy I think Tide does a hell of a job We'll all soon get swept by the ocean currents prob-- --ably So don't dimiss your ideas because they're different But embrace it because it's brilliant And magnificent All those haters are insignificant Don't let them steal your shine Rise above and realize How much better you are without them ..

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC

The Difference (Anthem)

I'm not like you I think outside the box Just a little different I'm not lost Outsider,-- Looking in, has its cost Has its benefits In my opinion I would have my store open on Sunday I'm sorry I just like to profit Don't look down on me You're not any better using Downy I think Tide does a hell of a job We'll all soon get swept by the ocean currents prob-- --ably So don't dimiss your ideas because they're different But embrace it because it's brilliant And magnificent All those haters are insignificant Don't let them steal your shine Rise above and realize How much better you are without them ..

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I bought a new phone I started to restore it But then I realized-- I didn't want to put memories of you back on my phone Something about starting new, Helps me better forget about you.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC

Backup Complete

I bought a new phone I started to restore it But then I realized-- I didn't want to put memories of you back on my phone Something about starting new, Helps me better forget about you.

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Relax yourself, As I digg through your mind Scroll down the pages of your spine Reading every word and thought on your face like a book Stumbled Upon you then tumbled onto your looks--IGuess I'm linked into you You're my one and only interest Will you follow me?

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC

Social Media

Relax yourself, As I digg through your mind Scroll down the pages of your spine Reading every word and thought on your face like a book Stumbled Upon you then tumbled onto your looks--IGuess I'm linked into you You're my one and only interest Will you follow me?

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Im not so poetic Seem to trip up on my words They came stumbling down the stairs, And-- up and out the door Landed right at your feet Delivered so pathetically But that's no rare thing Your presence, it what you do to me Made you (one) crack a smile So you stayed for a while And (two) sentences later I was staring back at the ground So you (three) held my hand And I finally I understand . . . That you just ask me to be me, (four) And nothing more

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC

Awkward

Im not so poetic Seem to trip up on my words They came stumbling down the stairs, And-- up and out the door Landed right at your feet Delivered so pathetically But that's no rare thing Your presence, it what you do to me Made you (one) crack a smile So you stayed for a while And (two) sentences later I was staring back at the ground So you (three) held my hand And I finally I understand . . . That you just ask me to be me, (four) And nothing more

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Never ending marathon Its a struggle just to keep breathing existential asthmatic Internal conflict They can't see what's going on The pain I dread Ink marks on my brain Addicted writer in my head I want to escape-- Reside is my safe haven instead But it's hard to run away When everything you're running away from is in your head

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC

Free Information

Never ending marathon Its a struggle just to keep breathing existential asthmatic Internal conflict They can't see what's going on The pain I dread Ink marks on my brain Addicted writer in my head I want to escape-- Reside is my safe haven instead But it's hard to run away When everything you're running away from is in your head

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