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You gave me just enough to keep me hoping, hoping that one day, all the allegations my mind has made about you wouldn't turn out to be true. And so I waited, I waited just enough to know that this is something I feel like I can't deal with anymore. But I still stayed. I stayed because no matter how many times I felt like my heart was broken into tiny pieces I knew that you had the glue that would stick them back together. And so I begged I begged for the kind of love that should've come standard, I begged for being someone's first choice I begged.. just to feel loved. But you held that glue in your hand high enough to make sure I could see it, but I couldn't reach it. That hurt.. Because that's when I realized that maybe you didn't want me to have it Maybe it was supposed to be a bait all along... How you'd show me the slightest amount of love known to human kind and I would go head over heels for it, How'd you'd make me believe that this time it's really a change, and this is actually getting better just for it to go back to how it was in less than a second.. I saw it all.. and I still decided it was enough to keep me hoping, But now..? Now I feel like I don't know what's morally right to do.. Like I have to choose between forgiving or just walking away But instead, I'm sitting here questioning my inner self like I never wanted to hear an answer this badly before, Do I keep hoping or do I choose myself and decide that what you showed me wasn't enough to make me stay..?
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
ariannah
Enough to keep me hoping
You gave me just enough to keep me hoping, hoping that one day, all the allegations my mind has made about you wouldn't turn out to be true. And so I waited, I waited just enough to know that this is something I feel like I can't deal with anymore. But I still stayed. I stayed because no matter how many times I felt like my heart was broken into tiny pieces I knew that you had the glue that would stick them back together. And so I begged I begged for the kind of love that should've come standard, I begged for being someone's first choice I begged.. just to feel loved. But you held that glue in your hand high enough to make sure I could see it, but I couldn't reach it. That hurt.. Because that's when I realized that maybe you didn't want me to have it Maybe it was supposed to be a bait all along... How you'd show me the slightest amount of love known to human kind and I would go head over heels for it, How'd you'd make me believe that this time it's really a change, and this is actually getting better just for it to go back to how it was in less than a second.. I saw it all.. and I still decided it was enough to keep me hoping, But now..? Now I feel like I don't know what's morally right to do.. Like I have to choose between forgiving or just walking away But instead, I'm sitting here questioning my inner self like I never wanted to hear an answer this badly before, Do I keep hoping or do I choose myself and decide that what you showed me wasn't enough to make me stay..?
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I bite into the wet, sultry afterglow of your presence. The door swings open. I reach for the radiance left behind It draws near, —and slams closed, ******* all light away. I'd ruin my life, If it meant feeling your glow upon my face once I'll always grasp for you the way a fish clings to the bait on the fishing rod. hook, line, and never to let go.
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
refractedstar
bait
I bite into the wet, sultry afterglow of your presence. The door swings open. I reach for the radiance left behind It draws near, —and slams closed, ******* all light away. I'd ruin my life, If it meant feeling your glow upon my face once I'll always grasp for you the way a fish clings to the bait on the fishing rod. hook, line, and never to let go.
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Engrossed in Electronic word game Famed on phone Ad delay my Path to next level Dropping my attention Sudden rush of Nothingness in My blood No screen time Felt a bottomless Bleak pit I fell until I measured my breath Of existence leaving All defined on False electric bait Clips of wins and loss Almost threw up In my felt emptiness Messy messy power grab Measure me alive Today and Now Not then or ever
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Highwireart
Media Blahs
Engrossed in Electronic word game Famed on phone Ad delay my Path to next level Dropping my attention Sudden rush of Nothingness in My blood No screen time Felt a bottomless Bleak pit I fell until I measured my breath Of existence leaving All defined on False electric bait Clips of wins and loss Almost threw up In my felt emptiness Messy messy power grab Measure me alive Today and Now Not then or ever
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Family Is what they all say Importance, dignity, faith Family Is what they provide for us But what if that's not what I wanna discuss I wanna feel all that love and emotion I wanna belong not to be cautious Don't you say something wrong Or else they'll treat you like a dog Don't you dare to make a wrong move Cause they'll always find you accused Of selfishness and pure indignity And so they'll never let you be The girl you wish so much to leave You'll forever be stuck behind In a dark room inside your mind Locked in a cage With walls, not even imagination can change And you sit, and you wait For you to find an escape You wait and you wait Until you realize you were the bait Of hatred and pure anger Not even you can handle
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
ariannah
Family
Family Is what they all say Importance, dignity, faith Family Is what they provide for us But what if that's not what I wanna discuss I wanna feel all that love and emotion I wanna belong not to be cautious Don't you say something wrong Or else they'll treat you like a dog Don't you dare to make a wrong move Cause they'll always find you accused Of selfishness and pure indignity And so they'll never let you be The girl you wish so much to leave You'll forever be stuck behind In a dark room inside your mind Locked in a cage With walls, not even imagination can change And you sit, and you wait For you to find an escape You wait and you wait Until you realize you were the bait Of hatred and pure anger Not even you can handle
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Can't break This figure eight So as of late I've been leaving it up to fate To reveal a gate Before my plate Folds under the weight Transforming me into living bait For thoughts of hate Directed straight At a lone inmate Inside this prison-esque estate Skull bone real estate I was forced to create Became a red flag trait And looking back it's probably innate ©2024
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
bettsjc187
~•§•~ Infinite ~•§•~
Can't break This figure eight So as of late I've been leaving it up to fate To reveal a gate Before my plate Folds under the weight Transforming me into living bait For thoughts of hate Directed straight At a lone inmate Inside this prison-esque estate Skull bone real estate I was forced to create Became a red flag trait And looking back it's probably innate ©2024
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I run from my inevitable next mistake Only to find I'm the bait I'm at stake Everyone will debate On why I must participate Ignoring why I no longer want to partake I wish somebody Would have bothered to tell me You can't possibly challenge fate ©2024
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Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 2:51 PM UTC
bettsjc187
~•§•~ Can't Possibly ~•§•~
I run from my inevitable next mistake Only to find I'm the bait I'm at stake Everyone will debate On why I must participate Ignoring why I no longer want to partake I wish somebody Would have bothered to tell me You can't possibly challenge fate ©2024
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כֹּפֶר the price of a life, ransom {Kopher} for a captive... long now global science of us we, the users of knowledge, by grace. we, the conscious... asking who or even if, we even imagine we know what is being governed, now, after history fed to the greatest generation has proven detrimental to mental satisfaction, after the information age unleashed all we ever knew, at once, into the first television advised generation Boom, watchadodame, - why does it feel so right to break rules, reasoning really, if we did have fore thought, as a gift, that also held hope and all the hell's imaginable, to which any living in a city have been exposed using retellings of Homer et al... so who made the rules? From point A, something feels wrong smart people believing war the good evil, best defense is a good offence, a will to **** for duty and post humus glory, guaranteed. ---------------- How much of the lifestyle, manifested by industrial wealth, and war regulated trade agreements, and a royal arrangement of ancient gens, and primogeniture passed on in trust, true riches never rest, history hides the old wisdom -- scribe, find records of Haman's service to the king. According to the laws of the Medes and Persians, also Daniel, the name from the clock set to messiah proof, -------------------- I laugh, inside, not O L, but I laugh, it counts, does good, like a medicine, heals a rift right ghine phine fine, fine as may be, infinitely small or large, as may be, infinitely expressed as ever itself, ever in always, luckyghucker time to think and make do with probable cause, slight smile, so small that none could notice, but the maker of the slight adjustment from inside the face, looking at you. Did you feel watched? Did you feel watched over? Me and you, anonymous, us time takers, wind breathers, horizonal scanners set at right angles, perpendicular, flat plane, smooth to ever's inside edge, flat as a puddle. ----------------------- Come and see, he said, we hear, he said, the very next day, we assume, some unnamed happening, time and chance, place and position, facing or looking away, per haps as haps may, occur in curving spacetimed minds dragged into ever decreasing space and ever increasing mass, until energy loses any reason and ceases. --------------------- A hap, a done deed, a past intensity set to vibrate, in tune a mileau of all we imagine known, all the why, indeed, all the how, all the non this thats all the not that thiss, and thoses hissing lizard language, legendary tellings of sacred made firsts, first man first wombed man, first figuring self will, auto both knowing, first communion, join objects to subjects, I am you and you, me, eye to eye we see each the other, and if you ever once saw your self in another's pupil, reflected back from the shiny surface of the arranging eye connector linking our mind into init we form, initiation locking gnosis, recon complete, proceed enfolding all we thought to ask. If can is proven indeed, done, then now was done in wordlessness, then, and now we think we can know that, we think we can predict the emptiness, beyond all we think or ask, here we are, carrying our sanity for peace sake, acting as if the material tenon and taches and כֹּפֶר the price of a life, ransom for a captive, knowing, from the oldest whole tales told, by those who take pride in privileged knowing, we wander as the learners, long, long, longing to learn for ever, loving learning left behind in song and dance and ritual geometry, vectors from point to point, looking up, noticing the motion, feeling the earth move, watching the red wanderer sink in the west, as we watch our world roll around as a ball of dough rolled into a loaf, to be baked, in a fire hot enough to seal the spirit in, fried bread invention came after horses, stories change as fast as reasons to believe, just imagine, knowing of the existance of these tools we use with out needing years to learn to tune the ideas into words communicating meaning sought for through instants in prayer to the unknown, spirit form life and the universe share, as spacetimemind. Okeh. We agree, we think in ways the Andrew Carnegie, could not imagine, we have watched children play multi player global war, in virtual reality, we have sat in grand theatrical kivas, in cities builded on shifting shores of pre ice age oceans, not all that long ago, in our long now dreams, looking through today to yesterday, holding certain truths self evident, if, just ifery per se, chance, indeed, pure luck, peaceable, wise to take such a chance, otherwise, you miss the fit, pocket, proper cache for fallen stars, caught in literate child private interpretations, hey, kid, what'd'ya make of that, one knot, Phrygian Turk's head, knowledge found, held, loops in thought that have one side, one edge and potentially infinite width and length, and infinite points in between all pastless, until one manifests in common sense, as certain aha, gravity is to materiality as wisdom is to life. Thought then do, wisdom indeed, grace for grace, deep calleth unto deep, fret naught, the curve is gentle, we discern, we learn, war has never, and can never, win, for one reason, one cost of knowing the truth, and dieing, for it, as that was the set price  כֹּפֶר nicht wahr? One and done, live and learn, yearn to make peace seem the easiest option to war prep economy. Be ye warmed and filled, and find that often enough to dare to share because, you know, knowing hap in happiness is luck in life, and the entire precept reception system, is cross wired behind a chirality governing on and off. And when we, or any so sighted form of us, see eye to eye, face to face, we engage circuitry, we enable agreement, mind to mind, I see you imagining timelessness between us, as a distance mere words bridge with no slippery stones to step where there is the pedestal, the pedal to push, to open a fore thought judgement, a precedent, I once followed such a thread as this, with just such a muse as this, described as clear text derived from imaginary messages killed as carriers, open the window atop yo' head, go up… old bald head chrome domed ****** spy, I never believed your cover story, so The Metaphor, or Parable, or Symbolic Containment Field, vast expanse of horizontal and hither and yon, as vast as ever, plain plane flat out out from me/you on any of seven points, counting now a time deemed right now six planes slice us in communions, centered here, and now spinning with effectual prayers to counter balance recognized jolts of merest word gnosis, recoknown, recommuned, ah, we, yes, us, the people filling *** holes in dementiatic wishes to be left to sort ourselves out, if you do not mind, after the rapture, there you are, of another mind, entwined with winning being truth's only edge, no thread we cannot catch breaking, and watch as we once knew the truth never broke, we let be a big old lie, and that old lie became the law, and writing spoken scrambled words, became power, as it is written, so it must be done, the spoken spell, has been offered and recorded in the times of us, we who read at will in any script known, on a thrown away phone, fixed for seven dollars, and a passing focused attention on the techne, old idea, wisdom, principal known, fret not, stop it right now, this is the way we came, we are not lost, nor dead… this was an exciting concurrency. Peace be left with us, let us think we all imagined so
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
kenpepiton
What is being governed, held as right?
כֹּפֶר the price of a life, ransom {Kopher} for a captive... long now global science of us we, the users of knowledge, by grace. we, the conscious... asking who or even if, we even imagine we know what is being governed, now, after history fed to the greatest generation has proven detrimental to mental satisfaction, after the information age unleashed all we ever knew, at once, into the first television advised generation Boom, watchadodame, - why does it feel so right to break rules, reasoning really, if we did have fore thought, as a gift, that also held hope and all the hell's imaginable, to which any living in a city have been exposed using retellings of Homer et al... so who made the rules? From point A, something feels wrong smart people believing war the good evil, best defense is a good offence, a will to **** for duty and post humus glory, guaranteed. ---------------- How much of the lifestyle, manifested by industrial wealth, and war regulated trade agreements, and a royal arrangement of ancient gens, and primogeniture passed on in trust, true riches never rest, history hides the old wisdom -- scribe, find records of Haman's service to the king. According to the laws of the Medes and Persians, also Daniel, the name from the clock set to messiah proof, -------------------- I laugh, inside, not O L, but I laugh, it counts, does good, like a medicine, heals a rift right ghine phine fine, fine as may be, infinitely small or large, as may be, infinitely expressed as ever itself, ever in always, luckyghucker time to think and make do with probable cause, slight smile, so small that none could notice, but the maker of the slight adjustment from inside the face, looking at you. Did you feel watched? Did you feel watched over? Me and you, anonymous, us time takers, wind breathers, horizonal scanners set at right angles, perpendicular, flat plane, smooth to ever's inside edge, flat as a puddle. ----------------------- Come and see, he said, we hear, he said, the very next day, we assume, some unnamed happening, time and chance, place and position, facing or looking away, per haps as haps may, occur in curving spacetimed minds dragged into ever decreasing space and ever increasing mass, until energy loses any reason and ceases. --------------------- A hap, a done deed, a past intensity set to vibrate, in tune a mileau of all we imagine known, all the why, indeed, all the how, all the non this thats all the not that thiss, and thoses hissing lizard language, legendary tellings of sacred made firsts, first man first wombed man, first figuring self will, auto both knowing, first communion, join objects to subjects, I am you and you, me, eye to eye we see each the other, and if you ever once saw your self in another's pupil, reflected back from the shiny surface of the arranging eye connector linking our mind into init we form, initiation locking gnosis, recon complete, proceed enfolding all we thought to ask. If can is proven indeed, done, then now was done in wordlessness, then, and now we think we can know that, we think we can predict the emptiness, beyond all we think or ask, here we are, carrying our sanity for peace sake, acting as if the material tenon and taches and כֹּפֶר the price of a life, ransom for a captive, knowing, from the oldest whole tales told, by those who take pride in privileged knowing, we wander as the learners, long, long, longing to learn for ever, loving learning left behind in song and dance and ritual geometry, vectors from point to point, looking up, noticing the motion, feeling the earth move, watching the red wanderer sink in the west, as we watch our world roll around as a ball of dough rolled into a loaf, to be baked, in a fire hot enough to seal the spirit in, fried bread invention came after horses, stories change as fast as reasons to believe, just imagine, knowing of the existance of these tools we use with out needing years to learn to tune the ideas into words communicating meaning sought for through instants in prayer to the unknown, spirit form life and the universe share, as spacetimemind. Okeh. We agree, we think in ways the Andrew Carnegie, could not imagine, we have watched children play multi player global war, in virtual reality, we have sat in grand theatrical kivas, in cities builded on shifting shores of pre ice age oceans, not all that long ago, in our long now dreams, looking through today to yesterday, holding certain truths self evident, if, just ifery per se, chance, indeed, pure luck, peaceable, wise to take such a chance, otherwise, you miss the fit, pocket, proper cache for fallen stars, caught in literate child private interpretations, hey, kid, what'd'ya make of that, one knot, Phrygian Turk's head, knowledge found, held, loops in thought that have one side, one edge and potentially infinite width and length, and infinite points in between all pastless, until one manifests in common sense, as certain aha, gravity is to materiality as wisdom is to life. Thought then do, wisdom indeed, grace for grace, deep calleth unto deep, fret naught, the curve is gentle, we discern, we learn, war has never, and can never, win, for one reason, one cost of knowing the truth, and dieing, for it, as that was the set price  כֹּפֶר nicht wahr? One and done, live and learn, yearn to make peace seem the easiest option to war prep economy. Be ye warmed and filled, and find that often enough to dare to share because, you know, knowing hap in happiness is luck in life, and the entire precept reception system, is cross wired behind a chirality governing on and off. And when we, or any so sighted form of us, see eye to eye, face to face, we engage circuitry, we enable agreement, mind to mind, I see you imagining timelessness between us, as a distance mere words bridge with no slippery stones to step where there is the pedestal, the pedal to push, to open a fore thought judgement, a precedent, I once followed such a thread as this, with just such a muse as this, described as clear text derived from imaginary messages killed as carriers, open the window atop yo' head, go up… old bald head chrome domed ****** spy, I never believed your cover story, so The Metaphor, or Parable, or Symbolic Containment Field, vast expanse of horizontal and hither and yon, as vast as ever, plain plane flat out out from me/you on any of seven points, counting now a time deemed right now six planes slice us in communions, centered here, and now spinning with effectual prayers to counter balance recognized jolts of merest word gnosis, recoknown, recommuned, ah, we, yes, us, the people filling *** holes in dementiatic wishes to be left to sort ourselves out, if you do not mind, after the rapture, there you are, of another mind, entwined with winning being truth's only edge, no thread we cannot catch breaking, and watch as we once knew the truth never broke, we let be a big old lie, and that old lie became the law, and writing spoken scrambled words, became power, as it is written, so it must be done, the spoken spell, has been offered and recorded in the times of us, we who read at will in any script known, on a thrown away phone, fixed for seven dollars, and a passing focused attention on the techne, old idea, wisdom, principal known, fret not, stop it right now, this is the way we came, we are not lost, nor dead… this was an exciting concurrency. Peace be left with us, let us think we all imagined so
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Love and hate Both require devotion, more than enough to challenge fate Both known to be used as a powerful bait The realization of either can often land a dollar short or a day late Both can rear their ugly heads at first sight, on the first date What one is the strongest trait? Disney shows one over the other but if you were to look into it further you might see the actual history reveals it's no checkmate What one will ruin your life faster is up for debate Obviously not a hot take Show me someone saying only one of 'em can make your life great And I'll direct you straight to a liar just trying to narrate some amateur bs to placate To hide the primate, trying illustrate the opposite of it's namesake Investing in either one, one over the other puts a lot at stake And don't be fooled Both love and hate will walk hand in hand with you to heartache I can't sit here and say I hate to love nor do I love to hate Just forced to live the second half with no heart to break The phrase make it or break it plays seconds before I notice I broke what I made... ...once again... ...for **** sake ©2024
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Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
bettsjc187
~•§•~ A Day Late and a Dollar Short ~•§•~
Love and hate Both require devotion, more than enough to challenge fate Both known to be used as a powerful bait The realization of either can often land a dollar short or a day late Both can rear their ugly heads at first sight, on the first date What one is the strongest trait? Disney shows one over the other but if you were to look into it further you might see the actual history reveals it's no checkmate What one will ruin your life faster is up for debate Obviously not a hot take Show me someone saying only one of 'em can make your life great And I'll direct you straight to a liar just trying to narrate some amateur bs to placate To hide the primate, trying illustrate the opposite of it's namesake Investing in either one, one over the other puts a lot at stake And don't be fooled Both love and hate will walk hand in hand with you to heartache I can't sit here and say I hate to love nor do I love to hate Just forced to live the second half with no heart to break The phrase make it or break it plays seconds before I notice I broke what I made... ...once again... ...for **** sake ©2024
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Searching for danger Like a suicidal fish Waiting for a bait
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Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 5:17 PM UTC
tichozpytec
Bait (Haiku)
Searching for danger Like a suicidal fish Waiting for a bait
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The art invention AI, the Allsay, I'll-gorithm, Aiaia ai let me say this is poetry, I did not write, but found enlightening: *dhe- *dhē-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to set, put." It forms all or part of: abdomen; abscond; affair; affect (v.1) "make a mental impression on;" affect (v.2) "make a pretense of;" affection; amplify; anathema; antithesis; apothecary; artifact; artifice; beatific; benefice; beneficence; beneficial; benefit; bibliothec; bodega; boutique; certify; chafe; chauffeur; comfit; condiment; confection; confetti; counterfeit; deed; deem; deface; defeasance; defeat; defect; deficient; difficulty; dignify; discomfit; do (v.); doom; -dom; duma; edifice; edify; efface; effect; efficacious; efficient; epithet; facade; face; facet; ****** -facient; facile; facilitate; facsimile; fact; faction (n.1) "political party;" -faction; factitious; factitive; factor; factory; factotum; faculty; fashion; feasible; feat; feature; feckless; fetish; -fic; fordo; forfeit; -fy; gratify; hacienda; hypothecate; hypothesis; incondite; indeed; infect; justify; malefactor; malfeasance; manufacture; metathesis; misfeasance; modify; mollify; multifarious; notify; nullify; office; officinal; omnifarious; orifice; parenthesis; perfect; petrify; pluperfect; pontifex; prefect; prima facie; proficient; profit; prosthesis; prothesis; purdah; putrefy; qualify; rarefy; recondite; rectify; refectory; sacrifice; salmagundi; samadhi; satisfy; sconce; suffice; sufficient; surface; surfeit; synthesis; tay; ticking (n.); theco-; thematic; theme; thesis; verify. It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit dadhati "puts, places;" Avestan dadaiti "he puts;" Old Persian ada "he made;" Hittite dai- "to place;" Greek tithenai "to put, set, place;" Latin facere "to make, do; perform; bring about;" Lithuanian dėti "to put;" Polish dziać się "to be happening;" Russian delat' "to do;" Old High German tuon, German tun, Old English don "t dondiddondondon just the facts.
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Just the facts, done did done done
The art invention AI, the Allsay, I'll-gorithm, Aiaia ai let me say this is poetry, I did not write, but found enlightening: *dhe- *dhē-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to set, put." It forms all or part of: abdomen; abscond; affair; affect (v.1) "make a mental impression on;" affect (v.2) "make a pretense of;" affection; amplify; anathema; antithesis; apothecary; artifact; artifice; beatific; benefice; beneficence; beneficial; benefit; bibliothec; bodega; boutique; certify; chafe; chauffeur; comfit; condiment; confection; confetti; counterfeit; deed; deem; deface; defeasance; defeat; defect; deficient; difficulty; dignify; discomfit; do (v.); doom; -dom; duma; edifice; edify; efface; effect; efficacious; efficient; epithet; facade; face; facet; ****** -facient; facile; facilitate; facsimile; fact; faction (n.1) "political party;" -faction; factitious; factitive; factor; factory; factotum; faculty; fashion; feasible; feat; feature; feckless; fetish; -fic; fordo; forfeit; -fy; gratify; hacienda; hypothecate; hypothesis; incondite; indeed; infect; justify; malefactor; malfeasance; manufacture; metathesis; misfeasance; modify; mollify; multifarious; notify; nullify; office; officinal; omnifarious; orifice; parenthesis; perfect; petrify; pluperfect; pontifex; prefect; prima facie; proficient; profit; prosthesis; prothesis; purdah; putrefy; qualify; rarefy; recondite; rectify; refectory; sacrifice; salmagundi; samadhi; satisfy; sconce; suffice; sufficient; surface; surfeit; synthesis; tay; ticking (n.); theco-; thematic; theme; thesis; verify. It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit dadhati "puts, places;" Avestan dadaiti "he puts;" Old Persian ada "he made;" Hittite dai- "to place;" Greek tithenai "to put, set, place;" Latin facere "to make, do; perform; bring about;" Lithuanian dėti "to put;" Polish dziać się "to be happening;" Russian delat' "to do;" Old High German tuon, German tun, Old English don "t dondiddondondon just the facts.
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It takes a fair amount of confidence and a good-sized ego, To drop the line and coolly walk away, Certain that she will take the bait...
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
traci-sims
Ladykiller
It takes a fair amount of confidence and a good-sized ego, To drop the line and coolly walk away, Certain that she will take the bait...
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She ad this hobby fishing with A pole. No worms wanted Dats a fact. I played it cool rod in da pond, That became a pool. Those Waves splashing out. Rod didn't catch nything.. But the fish were swimming Deep now. And we just smiled, Who need bait When the rod catches Her every time.
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
poetic-t
She likes fishing
She ad this hobby fishing with A pole. No worms wanted Dats a fact. I played it cool rod in da pond, That became a pool. Those Waves splashing out. Rod didn't catch nything.. But the fish were swimming Deep now. And we just smiled, Who need bait When the rod catches Her every time.
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_Spin, Mister Fisherman, Throw me a line; A fluttering lure of burnished vowel chimes Bait, braid and bailor - snap, swivel and fly; Dub well your quill, Hook me low, Run me High_
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
annh
Hook, Line & Sinker
_Spin, Mister Fisherman, Throw me a line; A fluttering lure of burnished vowel chimes Bait, braid and bailor - snap, swivel and fly; Dub well your quill, Hook me low, Run me High_
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a big catch that is worth it; that's what you once said when you attempted to reel me in yet I see there's no longer a bait at the end of your hook; perhaps an easy catch just wasn't thrilling enough for you
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
solluna
bait
a big catch that is worth it; that's what you once said when you attempted to reel me in yet I see there's no longer a bait at the end of your hook; perhaps an easy catch just wasn't thrilling enough for you
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dragged to his ruin ravening fish came to eat - floating bait of meat.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
srjenish1
Bait
dragged to his ruin ravening fish came to eat - floating bait of meat.
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You were bait. I took it. You tasted sweet but I chased the bitterness to your lips in hopes things would work out for the better. You were bait. I took it.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
apoetwithawormtail
Bait
You were bait. I took it. You tasted sweet but I chased the bitterness to your lips in hopes things would work out for the better. You were bait. I took it.
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Elizabeth And Josie 
Her weeping tears flow over her eyes, 
Only because her love surpassed her hold,
I felt passionate love myself, but you are mere lies, 
DIVINE LOVE!,, You betrayed our hearts, the fiendish lies you told,,
 
 My beloved, see flesh and blood, truth not illusions,
 I do know the truth, and all my passion cries for her, another,
 She a picture, not Love, to be loved, YOU!  created this conclusion,
 She cried our love IS divine, we DO complete the other.
  I love her more 🧍🏻‍♀️
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Jimkirk
Josie
Elizabeth And Josie 
Her weeping tears flow over her eyes, 
Only because her love surpassed her hold,
I felt passionate love myself, but you are mere lies, 
DIVINE LOVE!,, You betrayed our hearts, the fiendish lies you told,,
 
 My beloved, see flesh and blood, truth not illusions,
 I do know the truth, and all my passion cries for her, another,
 She a picture, not Love, to be loved, YOU!  created this conclusion,
 She cried our love IS divine, we DO complete the other.
  I love her more 🧍🏻‍♀️
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the idea that this is as the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding listfully on circuits long ago distorted with mountains and canyons, effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling vessel we were alive upon, in books spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue, but nothing lasts forever, everything else changes, constantly, be still. be --- realms with in reasons, uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone, some how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point. FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall, I was the one who went through, not you, I came out the front door, not you, but you didn't run, you were my friend, in this projection of a decider point, we passed adaptively, as if augmented with a allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging, not pushing, gentle pull, slow and steady spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread in ever let it tangle with the wind, we hold in our fists, and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off, with a laugh, doing good, like medicine, loosed when one hand claps, without the other knowing, science-wise.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Kiting a thought
the idea that this is as the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding listfully on circuits long ago distorted with mountains and canyons, effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling vessel we were alive upon, in books spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue, but nothing lasts forever, everything else changes, constantly, be still. be --- realms with in reasons, uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone, some how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point. FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall, I was the one who went through, not you, I came out the front door, not you, but you didn't run, you were my friend, in this projection of a decider point, we passed adaptively, as if augmented with a allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging, not pushing, gentle pull, slow and steady spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread in ever let it tangle with the wind, we hold in our fists, and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off, with a laugh, doing good, like medicine, loosed when one hand claps, without the other knowing, science-wise.
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I used bait my hooks with juicy bits,   morsels sweet and tender And throw my line out then, into the   deep dark depths Some human voice/heart to capture Some wild Sea horse, some Mermaid   sweet Neptune King or marauding Queen of   the Deep Some words from some other, some   nuggets of comfort That might help light up my drear   and wintry life Bring some warmth into this intense   cold I felt And remind me that I too, was still   human; Like a big black spider I'd mope   about And scan my nets impatiently Waiting for that telltale tug, that   lovely sign That someone at last, had bit upon a   bait of mine, Then like a mischievous elf I'd dance   about And clap my hands in glee Marvelling at my cleverness, at my   great ingenuity I'd quickly gather in my nets - my line Anxious to know what strange fish   my handiwork did deliver I'd haul them back to my dark cave -   my cavern There to ruminate over and further -   further examine. Then one day there came from out of   the depths, From out of that dark pool so   mysterious A voice so pure and sweet, like that of   an Angel A young girl's voice, she liked   something I wrote And desired very much to tell me so She spoke at length about her own life She talked not of pain or of Life's cruel   game But of hopes she had and dreams, and   pretty flowery things, I pitied her and the words she wrote For I knew this world and knew what  it was likely to do to her & her dreams As it had once done to me and mine (I bared my teeth at this world, it's lies   and deceit), But there was something about her, That girl and those words she wrote They stayed with me long and I'd   come back to view them often To read them was almost to enter into   another world A world of innocence and light   undimmed by darker things, (To walk again in Eden's fields) She touched something in me,   something old...something deep She reminded me... yes, she reminded   me of my own young self all those      years ago A darling child with sparkling eyes, a   hearty laugh and an impish smile "Wherever did you go Little One ?" I   asked myself, "How cold and empty have been my   days...Why did you leave me ?" She haunted me, this girl and those   words she wrote I wondered what she must look like,   with flowing hair & flowing dresses So I went down to the dark pool and I   looked right in But nothing could I see, only my own   reflection staring back at me How old and gnarled I had become,   like a wizened old tree, "I couldn't protect you Little One, this world it overwhelmed, it engulfed me I didn't know which way to turn How alone and how afraid I was.... You deserved better, so much better A world of love and magic and beauty Not this cold, grim and forbidding   place Any child would recoil in horror at   such a sight as this", I resolved there and then..I resolved to Try and find him again if find him I   could Buried beneath that morass of years, Many of which had been bad or ill.                             2 Revisiting my old home place, little   village by the sea I wandered again those olden streets   of my youth, But things they had changed, it was   not as it had been And every change was like a pain   inside, eating into me My old home, it had been torn down,   only a pile of rubble remained, Other old landmarks I had known had   now vanished and were gone The faces too, were all different now They looked at me as you would a   stranger Their suspicious curious eyes following me wherever I went, I felt like a man strangely out of sync   with Time A fool I felt walking that ghostly shore Searching for a Summertime long ago, In truth I couldn't wait to get out of   there, to get back home. I took to painting pictures instead, pictures of the memories that were in    my head On sheets of blank paper I built again   my old homestead Every room, every item, every colour   lovingly restored Just as I remembered them And outside, the garden too and the   sea shore, The rocks, the beach & the tide And the village, my village! as I had   known it as a boy. And I'd close my eyes then, and using my imagination, put myself back there Walking again those same lonely   rooms, Walking the sea shore & village streets Haunting them like a ghost; And I'd call out your name, call out   like a banshee in the wind That you might come back to me... one   more time... Old memories would return, things I'd long forgotten, some good, others not   so good Bits of old feelings too, would return,   but only for fleeting moments The flotsam & jetsam of the past, The ruins of who I used to be, Sometimes, with eyes closed, my head   would drop And I'd slip off and lose myself in   these strange dreamlike reveries As I'd come to call them And for a moment I'd find myself back   there, back in my old village or so it     seemed Old faces from the past would reappear again, Their fresh & youthful faces talking excitedly with childhood wonder and   abandonment I didn't know if they could see me or   not Even so, I'd cover my face not wanting   them to see what I had become. They didn't seem to know I was there.                              3 And so it went on, each day I'd walk   and do my rounds Walking around my ghostly Kingdom Trying to keep it alive, Like a miner digging, seeking new memories, old feelings, little slivers of   gold, Sometimes I'd feel disconsolate & feel   like giving up But I kept on.... I kept on Till one day, while slumped in my   chair, with eyes closed Lost again in one of those strange   dreamlike reveries I dreamt that I was returning home   after another fruitless search Weary and dejected But then, going inside, much to my   great surprise There! Seated on the sitting room   carpet A child! A little child!! A little child at   play Immersed in some game of his Gently rocking backwards and   forwards Humming to himself some tune, With eyes so bright and a strange   radiance about his face All under a big mop of black hair; As I watched him from the doorway, I   wondered to myself "Was this... was this I... was this me" And in all the time I watched him Never once did he look up, so engrossed did he seem in his game: And in my own mind, the only thoughts I had were of a much darker kind "Now that we had the little wretch, we should grab him, put him to work for   us Use him, control him for our own   ends, He must have a treasure hidden some place......" In those moments I knew... I knew   somehow I knew there was no way back for me, I turned away and left him there, I went outside, out the back into the   garden The garden where once as children we   had played and dreamt of being     heroes one day - And suddenly - suddenly all these   memories came flooding back to me Memories of the few kindnesses I'd   ever known in this life A Mother's sweet soft words of love   and reassurance An old girlfriend's fond kiss and   smiling face A friend's encouraging words, And suddenly these great big tears   welled up in my eyes And these great sobs came from   within me I was overcome, I crumpled and fell to   my knees And buried my head in my hands, and   wept, But then suddenly, in the midst of all   this grief and pain A hand touched me, a little, a tiny   hand I looked up, it was the little child from   the room But he wasn't alone this time, he had   two others with him They stood a little way back behind   him, One, another boy, had his finger to his   mouth Looking at me as if in profound   puzzlement at my predicament The other, a young girl, was looking   over at him giggling She had her hair cut into a little black   bob at the front, like a little pixie, Such a delicious sound I thought, the   carefree laughter of a child I'd forgotten what it sounded like It'd been so long since I heard   someone laugh that way, It was as if the world she came from was a place that inspired only great    mirth and joy As if that was all that existed there- And then the child, he spoke to me (in   a little voice and with some concern) "Why do you cry ? Come and see   where we live Come and play with us awhile". He held out his hand and smiled, a   kindly smile Looking down at my hand, I wasn't   sure But he reached forward and took mine   anyway He led me away, the others following   too, I felt strangely moved, forgot my tears   and my sorrow I felt a strange freedom, like a great   weight had been lifted Like all before that moment had been   erased As if my own life had been nothing   more than a dream, I felt as if I'd been accepted, and that I   belonged again I felt almost like...like I'd come home.
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
bardo
Angel from the Depths
I used bait my hooks with juicy bits,   morsels sweet and tender And throw my line out then, into the   deep dark depths Some human voice/heart to capture Some wild Sea horse, some Mermaid   sweet Neptune King or marauding Queen of   the Deep Some words from some other, some   nuggets of comfort That might help light up my drear   and wintry life Bring some warmth into this intense   cold I felt And remind me that I too, was still   human; Like a big black spider I'd mope   about And scan my nets impatiently Waiting for that telltale tug, that   lovely sign That someone at last, had bit upon a   bait of mine, Then like a mischievous elf I'd dance   about And clap my hands in glee Marvelling at my cleverness, at my   great ingenuity I'd quickly gather in my nets - my line Anxious to know what strange fish   my handiwork did deliver I'd haul them back to my dark cave -   my cavern There to ruminate over and further -   further examine. Then one day there came from out of   the depths, From out of that dark pool so   mysterious A voice so pure and sweet, like that of   an Angel A young girl's voice, she liked   something I wrote And desired very much to tell me so She spoke at length about her own life She talked not of pain or of Life's cruel   game But of hopes she had and dreams, and   pretty flowery things, I pitied her and the words she wrote For I knew this world and knew what  it was likely to do to her & her dreams As it had once done to me and mine (I bared my teeth at this world, it's lies   and deceit), But there was something about her, That girl and those words she wrote They stayed with me long and I'd   come back to view them often To read them was almost to enter into   another world A world of innocence and light   undimmed by darker things, (To walk again in Eden's fields) She touched something in me,   something old...something deep She reminded me... yes, she reminded   me of my own young self all those      years ago A darling child with sparkling eyes, a   hearty laugh and an impish smile "Wherever did you go Little One ?" I   asked myself, "How cold and empty have been my   days...Why did you leave me ?" She haunted me, this girl and those   words she wrote I wondered what she must look like,   with flowing hair & flowing dresses So I went down to the dark pool and I   looked right in But nothing could I see, only my own   reflection staring back at me How old and gnarled I had become,   like a wizened old tree, "I couldn't protect you Little One, this world it overwhelmed, it engulfed me I didn't know which way to turn How alone and how afraid I was.... You deserved better, so much better A world of love and magic and beauty Not this cold, grim and forbidding   place Any child would recoil in horror at   such a sight as this", I resolved there and then..I resolved to Try and find him again if find him I   could Buried beneath that morass of years, Many of which had been bad or ill.                             2 Revisiting my old home place, little   village by the sea I wandered again those olden streets   of my youth, But things they had changed, it was   not as it had been And every change was like a pain   inside, eating into me My old home, it had been torn down,   only a pile of rubble remained, Other old landmarks I had known had   now vanished and were gone The faces too, were all different now They looked at me as you would a   stranger Their suspicious curious eyes following me wherever I went, I felt like a man strangely out of sync   with Time A fool I felt walking that ghostly shore Searching for a Summertime long ago, In truth I couldn't wait to get out of   there, to get back home. I took to painting pictures instead, pictures of the memories that were in    my head On sheets of blank paper I built again   my old homestead Every room, every item, every colour   lovingly restored Just as I remembered them And outside, the garden too and the   sea shore, The rocks, the beach & the tide And the village, my village! as I had   known it as a boy. And I'd close my eyes then, and using my imagination, put myself back there Walking again those same lonely   rooms, Walking the sea shore & village streets Haunting them like a ghost; And I'd call out your name, call out   like a banshee in the wind That you might come back to me... one   more time... Old memories would return, things I'd long forgotten, some good, others not   so good Bits of old feelings too, would return,   but only for fleeting moments The flotsam & jetsam of the past, The ruins of who I used to be, Sometimes, with eyes closed, my head   would drop And I'd slip off and lose myself in   these strange dreamlike reveries As I'd come to call them And for a moment I'd find myself back   there, back in my old village or so it     seemed Old faces from the past would reappear again, Their fresh & youthful faces talking excitedly with childhood wonder and   abandonment I didn't know if they could see me or   not Even so, I'd cover my face not wanting   them to see what I had become. They didn't seem to know I was there.                              3 And so it went on, each day I'd walk   and do my rounds Walking around my ghostly Kingdom Trying to keep it alive, Like a miner digging, seeking new memories, old feelings, little slivers of   gold, Sometimes I'd feel disconsolate & feel   like giving up But I kept on.... I kept on Till one day, while slumped in my   chair, with eyes closed Lost again in one of those strange   dreamlike reveries I dreamt that I was returning home   after another fruitless search Weary and dejected But then, going inside, much to my   great surprise There! Seated on the sitting room   carpet A child! A little child!! A little child at   play Immersed in some game of his Gently rocking backwards and   forwards Humming to himself some tune, With eyes so bright and a strange   radiance about his face All under a big mop of black hair; As I watched him from the doorway, I   wondered to myself "Was this... was this I... was this me" And in all the time I watched him Never once did he look up, so engrossed did he seem in his game: And in my own mind, the only thoughts I had were of a much darker kind "Now that we had the little wretch, we should grab him, put him to work for   us Use him, control him for our own   ends, He must have a treasure hidden some place......" In those moments I knew... I knew   somehow I knew there was no way back for me, I turned away and left him there, I went outside, out the back into the   garden The garden where once as children we   had played and dreamt of being     heroes one day - And suddenly - suddenly all these   memories came flooding back to me Memories of the few kindnesses I'd   ever known in this life A Mother's sweet soft words of love   and reassurance An old girlfriend's fond kiss and   smiling face A friend's encouraging words, And suddenly these great big tears   welled up in my eyes And these great sobs came from   within me I was overcome, I crumpled and fell to   my knees And buried my head in my hands, and   wept, But then suddenly, in the midst of all   this grief and pain A hand touched me, a little, a tiny   hand I looked up, it was the little child from   the room But he wasn't alone this time, he had   two others with him They stood a little way back behind   him, One, another boy, had his finger to his   mouth Looking at me as if in profound   puzzlement at my predicament The other, a young girl, was looking   over at him giggling She had her hair cut into a little black   bob at the front, like a little pixie, Such a delicious sound I thought, the   carefree laughter of a child I'd forgotten what it sounded like It'd been so long since I heard   someone laugh that way, It was as if the world she came from was a place that inspired only great    mirth and joy As if that was all that existed there- And then the child, he spoke to me (in   a little voice and with some concern) "Why do you cry ? Come and see   where we live Come and play with us awhile". He held out his hand and smiled, a   kindly smile Looking down at my hand, I wasn't   sure But he reached forward and took mine   anyway He led me away, the others following   too, I felt strangely moved, forgot my tears   and my sorrow I felt a strange freedom, like a great   weight had been lifted Like all before that moment had been   erased As if my own life had been nothing   more than a dream, I felt as if I'd been accepted, and that I   belonged again I felt almost like...like I'd come home.
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the sheep keep from freezing by  huddling near  the hollow trees  the trees so hollow  they howl at the moon  as wind passes through - by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
AlekthePoet
The Hollow Trees
the sheep keep from freezing by  huddling near  the hollow trees  the trees so hollow  they howl at the moon  as wind passes through - by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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I knew a worm who lost his way, boring and digging the earthen clay He knew all along he could go where he chose, but lost his direction is what we suppose Today, of course, was raining quite hard, he had to surface and let down his guard He made the mistake of crawling too far and the end result is a bit bizarre He ended up on the end of a hook, wet as hell as bait in the brook It wasn't long before a fish can along and checked out the worm and sang him this song Where oh where did you come from little worm Are you lost and forgotten, and please, please don't squirm You look very delightful I have to admit I bet you are tasty, I think that's legit If I eat you I fear, I may be unhappy I have no control so let's make it snappy You know the rest of the story....   Brian Hill - 2019 # 259
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
halfpac11
Lost Worm
I knew a worm who lost his way, boring and digging the earthen clay He knew all along he could go where he chose, but lost his direction is what we suppose Today, of course, was raining quite hard, he had to surface and let down his guard He made the mistake of crawling too far and the end result is a bit bizarre He ended up on the end of a hook, wet as hell as bait in the brook It wasn't long before a fish can along and checked out the worm and sang him this song Where oh where did you come from little worm Are you lost and forgotten, and please, please don't squirm You look very delightful I have to admit I bet you are tasty, I think that's legit If I eat you I fear, I may be unhappy I have no control so let's make it snappy You know the rest of the story....   Brian Hill - 2019 # 259
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LIFE IS SHORT AND WE'RE A LONG TIME DEAD Whether we are riding a unicorn Across a rainbow While the wind blows majestically Our lustrous eye haloed by seagulls We may act and act Like we are tall And our finger nails have A big heart of their own We may play kittens or puppies And get excited about plastic bones We may get lost in the grammar constructions and commas of sunset In and out of our comfort zone We may want to belong to two life clubs And finish a movie every seven ten days Always up for subtitles Be it old sci fi 30's 40's 50's 60's noir war We may try with a pair of scissors or a broom To put death sleeping in socks  and plan ahead endless possibilities of karma If we're wildly in love with life And understand that life isn't a pie That being in life isn't a sport And that faith on life is a little like a full time job But that death is like a hook living just around the corner whom we share With the same post code. Life is short, life is petite Life is a ****** a dwarf, a suckling Life is fast as a snap of our fingers Life is a bait, a worm Life is sparks And we're a long time dead So let's fish capers and mangoes In and out the apparences In and out the distance While the harvest season is booming Up there in the blooming volcanoes of sunset.
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
cyclone-wolfok-baltimore
Life is short
LIFE IS SHORT AND WE'RE A LONG TIME DEAD Whether we are riding a unicorn Across a rainbow While the wind blows majestically Our lustrous eye haloed by seagulls We may act and act Like we are tall And our finger nails have A big heart of their own We may play kittens or puppies And get excited about plastic bones We may get lost in the grammar constructions and commas of sunset In and out of our comfort zone We may want to belong to two life clubs And finish a movie every seven ten days Always up for subtitles Be it old sci fi 30's 40's 50's 60's noir war We may try with a pair of scissors or a broom To put death sleeping in socks  and plan ahead endless possibilities of karma If we're wildly in love with life And understand that life isn't a pie That being in life isn't a sport And that faith on life is a little like a full time job But that death is like a hook living just around the corner whom we share With the same post code. Life is short, life is petite Life is a ****** a dwarf, a suckling Life is fast as a snap of our fingers Life is a bait, a worm Life is sparks And we're a long time dead So let's fish capers and mangoes In and out the apparences In and out the distance While the harvest season is booming Up there in the blooming volcanoes of sunset.
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Those pesky flies will land on your glasses And buzz your face till your insane There always seems to be nothing but masses It much too hard to maintain What to do, oh what to do How can you even relate All you can do, to see this thing through Is expect, that you are the fly bait... Brian Hill - 2019 # 199
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
halfpac11
What Flies?
Those pesky flies will land on your glasses And buzz your face till your insane There always seems to be nothing but masses It much too hard to maintain What to do, oh what to do How can you even relate All you can do, to see this thing through Is expect, that you are the fly bait... Brian Hill - 2019 # 199
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When I was a young idealistic thinker I took the bait hook line and sinker now I’m an old more skeptical believer but I hope I’m still an open receiver.
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
glenn-currier
Idealism
When I was a young idealistic thinker I took the bait hook line and sinker now I’m an old more skeptical believer but I hope I’m still an open receiver.
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