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Khoisan Jan 15
This transformation

takes years of  beautiful minds

hearts soul's perfect storms

soothing cracks subtly enclaved

everlasting no con-forms.
  Jan 14 Khoisan
BipolarBear
It is not all about you...
only half.
Half my thoughts, words, poems -
and half of my heart.
  Jan 14 Khoisan
Igor Vykhovanets
Mad folly breaks the chains
Of servitude and dread.
It spills like ink-stained rains,
A bridle turned to thread.

A mind soaked in this brew
Sees shackles turn to play.
False knowledge, folly's hue—
And worlds are born each day.


In Russian:

Лёгкая псевдожизнь "чудака"

Юродивость от рабства
Спасает, как всегда.
Она — большая клякса:
И оселком узда

Покажется в сознаньи,
Залитом сей бурдой.
Юродивость, лжезнанья —
И мир в уме иной.
Khoisan Jan 13
I love it
flabby arms
wrinkly skin
stretchy marks
magical characteristics
wonderful years
awesome lives
from here to there
to be or not to be
without question
we're still standing
my lover my friend.
  Jan 12 Khoisan
inkedsolace
...when I found out that coal power plant ash produces more uranium, toxic chemicals and heavy metals than nuclear power plants.
for anyone who wants to learn more:
https://www.europarl.europa.eu/doceo/document/E-9-2022-003567_EN.html#:~:text=Studies%20show%20that%20ash%20from,than%20a%20nuclear%20power%20plant.
  Jan 12 Khoisan
Lizzie Bevis
Wisdom spills like morning light
From youthful lips untouched by spite,
Pure and simple, crystal clear,
With virtue adults long to hear.

Why is the sky grey and blue?
Why is there a shadow over the moon?
Questions that we've long forgotten,
Wrapped in wonder, freshly gotten.

They see the world with untrained eyes,
No filters yet to cloud their skies,
No prejudice to dim their sight,
Just raw perception and pure delight.

In their logic, direct and true,
Lives the insight we once knew,
Before the world grew complicated,
Before our minds were educated.

So when curious children do speak,
Their random thoughts, pure and unique,
For in their words, both odd and sage,
Lies innocence that vanishes as we age.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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