Come with me — we'll find some distant shore,
And read our letters written in the sand.
ger can't be spoken, nothing more—
The dawn has come, but not from East as planned.

My anger can't be spoken, can’t be named,
But still, I see the sunlight in your eyes.
ger can't be spoken or explained,
But still, you walked with me beneath the skies.

And every word we wrote was softly spoken,
While sun kept warming all our wounded ground.
Though something deep inside me still feels broken,
You came with me—and that is peace I've found.

A woman, who’s really tired,
Hasn’t even go to bed.
It’s past midnight and all over again.
Her bed’s still fully made.

A woman, who’s really tired,
Forgot what sleep is.
She spent herself but stably accepted
Her Destiny’s painful decrees.

A woman, who’s really tired,
Wants simply and plainly to be.
She stopped laughing long ago.
She rarer wants to speak.

A woman, who’s really tired
Of blaming herself for breathe,
A woman, who’s still feeling,
Has simply the right to live!

He walks on stage with no introduction.

He talks as you thinks a poet might,
her drawls his words and     emphasises them in particular points-
rushing through the stanzas like he's got somewhere to be,
a mad Huddersfield dog in a limelight heat. He needs no introduction,
flying into his performance with a level of boredom that seems akin
to a Rider on the back of a prime stallion, fine muscles twitching in
perfect precision as his steed
Cuts
into the crowd. Complete silence from the heat of us,
pure silence in rapture
of this rude grown man who requires

no introduction.

Some shapers of mankind, the generally intelligent
tool making creatures making art for art's own sake.

Fixing mind and matter,
mixing now with how and why,

knowing from experience why is not a factor.

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Mistaken grace, lucky chance, living in 2025
anywhere with survivable weather,
and flowing water to carry away filth,

pay attention, this is why we dig new courses
human events start getting too easy attracts flys

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Image imagined, seed
form preformed per chance,

a thought, one with you and I
in it for the minute we were passing

I saw you, I think you glanced.

Hello, is this that plan of love, the God
of all the goodness ever invested in kings,
whose proprietary ordination empowers
the sword granted … whereby to rule

to the glory of absolute authority, and law?

Or is this core memory aching, akin
to kindness feeling second had shame

mostly for the fine Babylonish garment…
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Customary process, central casting,

fishing for mindforms, mental being things,
essence of otherwise, tutelary chronicles,

proverbs and bywords, warnings and courage,
core rational portion from the produce pursued.

Literary realms, creations formerly used,
to attract a curious sort of personage,

storage, stacks and stacks and stacks of books,
accessible… by chance, by my own good graces
sakes taken alive,
in time, ink thinking, clouds of knowing, gracious
sakes alive, indeed, who could ever even imagine

such a time as mine. Me, the author and finisher,
of my own reverent worth, in terms of uses made

of things I made up.

Guesses, guessed again, and again, reasons used
rations consumed, lacunae and palimpsests,
who sweeps away the ideas invested
in ploys for fishing men, the working mind kind,

writer ready honed most point, practically,

perfect middle being, in terms imaginably infinite.

Average day on Earth,
depends on connecting strands,
boomer children in rural America
emperically accepted radio as natural.

True, think back, watch headlines and hit parades,
and roll back to the Arkansas that prospered,
Tyson chicks and Perdue feed, chicken sheds
rental, 'swhat we got, and all the chickens we et.

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Industrialized agriculture,
terraforming Earth, some wise,
ways and wise al ways was one idea,
right ways and wrong ways one idea, true

right is the hand that writes, or throws, or hits.

From the center, which, despite poetic otherwise,
does hold and emanate mental imagining in letters.

Let us leave off judgement, guaging worth in time,
or frontal cortex costs on each beat through old arteries,

Leave well enough alone. Let sleeping dogs lie.

Who needed such a proverb, as a child?
Who benefits from letting this mind seem, literal,
words in sequence intending happening actual
re always as one thinks one is happens
to seem coincidents, ala, I knew it!
I was just thinking about death,
and wham, I thought about somebody
dead, because it's
in the news memorialized, that day, we all,
you all knew, as I did, dead poets, distractions,
look away, child, look away, do not behold
old drunk Noah confessing his dismissal,

how Ham offended the exceptionalist Model A,
after the admixture of Tubal and Jubal in Naaman,
Sybils all the wives on the ark, carried the talent 2.0
hnnnhmmhnn who knew first, hmmmm
in the red tent tellings, whose smiles
became signals known only to wombed men,
re veil the nobel lie, call it novel, new autism 3.0
singing stories did occur,
with no words, no spelling,
birds not too distant, up
in the tree we wonder under.

Then if Eve had been En'eduana,
should we wonder
who invented secret messages seeming let be
good, new thing,
new experimental evidence,
we see, all at once
on ten thousand streams
a second,
at our own experiential can you
act as if may were always your word

imagine, how the internet was intended to function,
can your ontology logically link Turing and Von Neuman
via Genesis to the last verse in Revelation?

Imagine, that. After a pause,
a sprite speaks softly yes.

The excuse
for Babel, was written
after Babel was pre-served,
all that was of any merit, deemed
all after must hold true as written
selected… from the smelting ***, ore,
stone stew bubblin' in m' soul, iron core

after all, as were all, save a certain immensely
exceptionalist form of groupmind conservation

be very sure, we're saying mere what if, say

Mohammed was described as saying, truth. He said
Eber's language, ever being so very certain truth works,
-- secrets kept from children for no true good reason,
-- some things are right better in secret, sacred is that…
-- just between us, oops, better re alized public worth
truth, used, makes free… so what
body bound, Earth bound, carnal mindshare industry
entertaining strangers, unawares, prime message…
brought before your meaning seeking mind, may
is might in first person,
may is your word now,
is that legal to believe/ ;awinker init.

256 ----------------------- on time paid a bit
attention's worthit init, having some t'pay it wit'


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From- any instance,
any at all, instantly once, whence
any stored ad libs liberally worship

sharing a valuing system, worth's measures
made kid friendly, no lying allowed, local true
prodigies, spelling contest winners who knew
eureka means, I found it, eu is joy, the emotion.

Now, remind those living after 2025, anywhere,
not Mars, that, we may as well imagine doing here,
recovering life on Earth, before our usefulness expires.

I’m with a boy who will not or cannot love me, or say he loves me
If we accept the love we think we deserve, and I chose and choose him-
It seems fitting
The lack of love I deserve

Two Lost and Found butterflies.
Tears rolling down.

The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions  for each other and both twin butterflies.
Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past.
Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen.
Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat.
A fire burning for the longest time.
Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer
on speed.
The evil trashing defamatrex
Is still a great Impostor
****** a true queen bee's,
first landscape pradise.
Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here.
I am still no poetess
Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts.
A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief
Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living.
Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost,
And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth
poweted only by eternal love and gratitud.
I remain in love, my beloved's
pure loves ashes,
that heals me to my core

And I'm no longer lost nor alone.
My lonely thorny crooked path,
i have left behind.
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By: Karijinbba
Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting.
Rddbba All Rights Reserved.

Like every drop of rain,
Disturbs the surface of water.
My actions make me gain,
Qualities we want for daughters.

Improvements we hope,
Because we want not to fall,
Backwards to the end of the rope.
Then those we know laugh with gall.

When we misstep in tiptoe,
Around the mistakes we make.
Not knowing the seeds we sow.
All the wrongs we forsake,

Holds us further apart,
With no comfort in the surroundings.
The cause for change at the start.
Despite denying their foundings.

So I be the light, the change,
So many need.
Hope in being in range,
And the message they heed.

I should allow myself doing nothing.
It's odd, it's not a bit me at all.
Working and working, on and on always.
There's short of days and nights noway in whole.

I should allow myself off-the-cuff,
Thinking or straining nowise entirely.
Just sit around and doing nothing,
And savour my unsweet coffee calmly.  

I should allow myself simply never
Leave my desires and dreams until later.
I'm not forever with this time exactly.
I'm a grain of creation in fact, no greater.

I should allow myself to live truly,
To live this life as it's given to me since day one.
And now simply live, there is no hurry.
I've already much more and awry done.

To believe means to be and to live this way.
I am and live what I believe.