joel-david-liscio - Hello Poetry

You. That's all I really need to say Not much more but I guess it would be good form if I elaborate. Sense we've met never once have you been wrong . That's a little different than being right. Let me explain: Being right means you actually fought for something or in your case ....anything.... Which you haven't. Everyone wants to believe that love in all its wonder is actually worth fighting for. I've yet to see it. Silent opposition is a lie. Now being wrong... that's a whole other story. That means you put forth effort and somehow in some way shape or form failed! You can't fail unless you try unless you fight unless you oppose those trying desperately to steal your dreams. So you can't be wrong because like so many other things silent opposition is a LIE! You're welcome I hope you find this so you can silently oppose it and waste more time worrying about things that don't matter.

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC

joel-david-liscio

Double Standard

You. That's all I really need to say Not much more but I guess it would be good form if I elaborate. Sense we've met never once have you been wrong . That's a little different than being right. Let me explain: Being right means you actually fought for something or in your case ....anything.... Which you haven't. Everyone wants to believe that love in all its wonder is actually worth fighting for. I've yet to see it. Silent opposition is a lie. Now being wrong... that's a whole other story. That means you put forth effort and somehow in some way shape or form failed! You can't fail unless you try unless you fight unless you oppose those trying desperately to steal your dreams. So you can't be wrong because like so many other things silent opposition is a LIE! You're welcome I hope you find this so you can silently oppose it and waste more time worrying about things that don't matter.

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Luck: something we measure by *** and love turned wonderment as my head hits that particular ledge.

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC

joel-david-liscio

Flutter

Luck: something we measure by *** and love turned wonderment as my head hits that particular ledge.

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Split in two a man stands headless yet unaware of his recent decapitation. He looks around with his fingers and toes lord knows what is to come of this horseman dilapidated and sour scolded for his hate that grates on his being only seen by those who stood before him judged, weighed, measured and found dangling off of the short end of the stick.

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC

joel-david-liscio

Communistic

Split in two a man stands headless yet unaware of his recent decapitation. He looks around with his fingers and toes lord knows what is to come of this horseman dilapidated and sour scolded for his hate that grates on his being only seen by those who stood before him judged, weighed, measured and found dangling off of the short end of the stick.

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My mind Likes to deceive me I find someone truly someone And they're shattered from me by a gas smaller than I can see Shattered into a reality I've been avoiding my whole life Dear young, hopeless Cherie How shall I hope to survive?

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joel-david-liscio

Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC

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Entry: 21 April 1943(#9)

My mind Likes to deceive me I find someone truly someone And they're shattered from me by a gas smaller than I can see Shattered into a reality I've been avoiding my whole life Dear young, hopeless Cherie How shall I hope to survive?

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All PATH Trains on Other Side Rushed and flustered as that cherokee gusts past me on the right my sight unseen by dave as those horns play on drums stumble as those familiar walls crumble exposing my common sense as a woman repents on the sidewalk "He ***** me!" For all I know her screams are valid. I hope not because I fear that maybe he ***** me too!

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC

joel-david-liscio

Untitled

All PATH Trains on Other Side Rushed and flustered as that cherokee gusts past me on the right my sight unseen by dave as those horns play on drums stumble as those familiar walls crumble exposing my common sense as a woman repents on the sidewalk "He ***** me!" For all I know her screams are valid. I hope not because I fear that maybe he ***** me too!

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