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#advancement
the new dark age heart goes out world goes up all due to a love of concrete and iron indignities buildings grown in the heartland steel your future wrap your face in a foreign flag make it medieval so fear and superstition can live on each floor from above the cityscape blueprints of a pinball machine a train to nowhere like candles on a cake that will burn someday when least expected ladies against the glass of morning commutes show too much cleavage to people on Sunday gentlemen with their death sticks conjure the factory smoke poisoning a life of leisure these infinite vistas continue to rise elevation well in hand stitched together but growing apart the biomechanical soul a species out of control mother solitude and her modern failures take the stairs to the roof of her mouth progress leaves an echo her final words are empty, foreboding and full of lead
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Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Heartland is Highrise, Highrise is Harbinger
The holding place / The tablets of your memory / Little slivers of death / We can keep finding ways to go further
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
Careful Now
We boil down competition to its simplest terms: Who is better? Who is the best? Observing games, challenges, and obstacles deciding who we feel encompasses the best skill set for said endeavors by picking teams or individuals above others as a way of communicating our support for the prioritization of their methodology or personality because we know if they are revered enough they can become role models or even celebrities and inspire and influence the next generation changing the way games, challenges, and obstacles will be met in the future.
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 1:44 AM UTC
Competitive Advancement
**** or a lie? You're drowning in manipulation's waters Fake your smile. Lie. I know your nightly tears are a fact One you can't deny A fake smile is pointless We all decieve nonetheless We're our own fatal mistake
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Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
Irony
Milk man. Sorry- So it seems that the advancement of stone to metal creeps- From paper to metal to plastic, cardboard to plastic metal cardboard. Explosions- Milk man. There are erupting forces that will not think nor breath as you and I and we formulated this change thinking materialism change better- Harvest ideas, bigger better- Thoughts out the window computers better connection connection connection- Better. Halt. Milk man- You've rung yourself dry of job.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
Milk man
i like to close my eyes and dream of carrying my toffee eyed baby girl through museums and exhibits uncovering to her eons of renaissance magnificence. i imagine us holding hands walking through botanical gardens humming at birds blooming with flowers talking about the ecologic manifestations of modern day society. i want to take her to NASA and make her mind expand like the universe has for as long as mankind lived and realize some concepts are so vast, so unfathomable that the greatest beauty within us all is the curiosity leading us to try and understand. i want her to know that this life has stretched on for centuries behind of her and will continue for centuries ahead but her arrival in this era, at this time, in this moment is the pivotal point around which my universe turns.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
often
I'd share the sky with the clouds but I had to grow my wings but I had to lose my skin I dared to reach paradise but my brothers took my skin but my brothers used my skin and I couldn't let them win so I had to let this in now it's tearing us within and it's the fruit our sins cause I had to grow my wings but my brothers used my skin I made them crawl took my time nice and slow feels so good to lose control like a witness, watched them fall now I'm free to flee this skin but I will not shed this sin and I cannot be complete
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Moth Dream (song lyrics)
It's so sad that people need Likes, comments, follows, To feel happy with the lives they lead. I know that personally, I base my worth on how my work is received, How well my words bleed. Days must have been simpler, before Our worth was defined by Facebook likes, Follows on Twitter, These things just to make us not bitter. When we didn't live through screens, And we were less vain; I think the world was probably A little less insane.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Living Through Screens
Imagine if the nativity Took place now instead of then With technological advancement It'd be on the news at ten In fact it would make youtube A film clip at the stable Taken by a shepherd boy Underneath a table The three wisemen would go on Skype The gifts would be en route No need to travel all the way With the traffic in Beirut Phone banks would be all set up To raise funds for the birth The internet would be a buzz With the greatest news on earth No camels, inns or drummer boys There'd be no one there at all The Angel of The Lord would be Black Friday shopping at the mall In fact I do not think that it Would be a deal that we would follow Social media and the press Would make it all seem hollow I'm glad it happened when it did As time has come to pass With Jesus in a manger And wisemen there en masse I don't think it'd be Christmas If Christ was born today Without a cd or a movie deal Or a sport that he would play Christmas is...and always will Be the story we were told I'm glad it didn't happen now If I may be quite so bold Unto man a child was born And he, the son of God....
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
I'm Glad it Didn't Happen Now