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What's there in a payer?
Fooling yourself you can will
There will be a wish fulfilment
Overlooking, it's just a coincidence
His Will coincides
With your will
Prayer is granted
Then you tell
Otherwise, your prayer
Goes to hell
His Will prevailed
You regret to tell
I give here a link to find out what scientific research has to say about prayers ---
JAC Jul 30
How do we
show you that
this is not
something we
want to be
fighting for
'til we pass
torches to
children who
just begin
fighting where
we left off?
A little on the note, but it probably isn't the time for subtext anyway.
Black lives matter.
raquezha Jul 30
Pirang aldaw takang hinapag
Nahiling ko kaya an gayon mo
Pirmi kung pinupurbaran na magrani
Madara pa ngani akong mani
Pero garo sala an pagkaintindi
Pirmi ka nalang naglilihis nin agi
Pagnagkurahaw na an para-sira
Ibig sabihon kayan udto na
Maluwas na ako para magtimpla
Nin kape asin mapritos nin sugok
Pirmi kong pinapasiram an luto ko
Baka sakaling maparong mo
Asin darahon ka sa hamot
Kan sakuyang pagkamoot
Pirmi ko nalang kayang kaulay an sadiri ko
Siguro panahon naman para kausipon mo ako.

—𝐔𝐬𝐢𝐩, a Bikol poetry.
All I really want is someone to talk to.
1. Usip, to tell on(tattle)
You get 3 jewels for this life,
What your mama tells you,
What the streets teaches you,
What the future holds.

And yes, no one knows about it.
Ken Pepiton Jul 10
Doing it, in your heart;
doing it in your mind;
wishing you were, praying you aren't;

hoping you didn't imagine you did.

All mental, mentis realm, acts as if
we did;
but we did not.

We made a picture of what we thought.
We knew, as knowing is done in a child,
we imagine we know,
we say we did.

We did, when we were kids.
All of us.
Little liars unbeguiled, knowing only

good and not, -- then we wake from
that bubble of being when the walls fall,
the curtain is lifted,

and we find we live in a state that changes
with time,
time alone.

Done in time is done in mind and
we know.

As words, a we is formed into a them
and us, or more
pointed ly, a me and you all, and we all
fall victim to the wrong

we did with joy while sleeping
through the conditions causing
yesterday to go so very far from
remembered. Those olden times when

stories told 'round cracklin' brushwood
fed deep pools of what ifery,
if only we could recall the rules for being
worth a ****... we all remember flying.

And I recall, the way to catch any bird was to sprinkle
salt on it's tail.
Taken raw, straight from the vine, while in a state of waiting for nothing, jes' go wit' it.
It may water seed scattered in fields salted with will to **** for what was never real
Ken Pepiton Jun 23
A day begun, with no aim,
no reason,
you may imagine, a thousand years from now;
but I may imagine,
may being my word now, at the time, as if
time comes in
countible bits,
per haps.

Haps may be those countible bits of time.
Ticks, to a child's mind reared,
in the interim between springs and woundup
strings, when
toys and clocks, both, needed twisting and
tugging or pushes, gentle pressure to
push past the

of the power wound up in a spring,
the power of thing to return to its original,
first state, im-fected, perhaps,
with a self willing to be
as you were... alone and fine, feeling haps
as if each were mine,
and I'm happy, rich in little bits of time,
all mine, or so they were,
each still tied to me by some memory in a line,
a thousand years from now.
I once believed we were on the eve of destruction. Time has changed my mind,
granting me a taken ibility enabling me to guess what is happening, after ever began, some time ago... on a point, or in a bubble, I don't remember, now.
August Jun 3
one day i'll tell you
how even the way the light moves
reminds me of you.
Maja Jun 1
when people ask,
they don’t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.
Maja May 14
A lie is not a lie
until someone says it is
until someone tells the truth,
The truth a lie only is
it's not a lie if you believe it
Ruheen Apr 20

The bad parts of an experience are what make the best stories.
No one wants to hear you say 'I had a nice time. It was great.' And so on.
They don't want to hear the same thing over and over again.
They want a story no one else can tell them.
If all you experience is good things, you won't have a story to tell.

My teacher said this to me once. I agree.
Also, this is a kind of explanation for Underrated. It's why I think demons have a story to tell; why they're more interesting.
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