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#~M Vogel* (sequestered from the status quo)   Sitting here in front of this screen my Artist Peppino, across my thigh-- [the greater (for the time being) giving way to the lesser] One day, I will be able to breathe life in to your strings, my love.. the way I do words, on to paper And on that fine, glorious day I will no longer need these cheese-dick stupid ******* online poetry sites to bring forth the music of my soul Nor will I  continually  need to wade through this never-ending barrage of classic  hiders and their bastardization-like misuse of poetry~ in order to hide behind the very words that should be  given the permission  to make them become, truly known. There is no alone-ness within the magnificent  resonations of the perfectly plucked string of the most perfect,  of guitars      Like this one, sitting  right here                                                in my lap.* #
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
The way that poetry can **** us all, to death
#~M Vogel* (sequestered from the status quo)   Sitting here in front of this screen my Artist Peppino, across my thigh-- [the greater (for the time being) giving way to the lesser] One day, I will be able to breathe life in to your strings, my love.. the way I do words, on to paper And on that fine, glorious day I will no longer need these cheese-dick stupid ******* online poetry sites to bring forth the music of my soul Nor will I  continually  need to wade through this never-ending barrage of classic  hiders and their bastardization-like misuse of poetry~ in order to hide behind the very words that should be  given the permission  to make them become, truly known. There is no alone-ness within the magnificent  resonations of the perfectly plucked string of the most perfect,  of guitars      Like this one, sitting  right here                                                in my lap.* #
excuse me while I lose my lunch onto this bluescreen now. And the disciples came and said to Him, “Why do You speak to them in parables?” Jesus answered them, “To you it has been granted to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been granted. For whoever has, to him more shall be given, and he will have an abundance; but whoever does not have, even what he has shall be taken away from him. Therefore I speak to them in parables; Because while seeing they do not see, and while hearing they do not hear, nor do they understand. In their case the prophecy of Isaiah is being fulfilled, which says, ‘You will keep on hearing, but will not understand; You will keep on seeing, but will not perceive; For the heart of this people has become dull, With their ears they scarcely hear, And they have closed their eyes, Otherwise they would see with their eyes, Hear with their ears, And understand with their heart and return, And I would heal them.’ "In other words, blow me." ~Jebs
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
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