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Relax Take heed in the things I know I see But do you ever// know it be Subtract Little things you know that you don't need Oh godspeed And when you stay You get a feeling that this could be ok At the end of a day //if even for For time Its not a shape its a frame of mind I might be blind /// Julie How bout we meet a little closer to 3 Still need to brush my teeth Tulips Did a thing )oh boy) I'm attached to its hips Mop the floor and so I slip slip slip Missed call Try to net a blown breeze had on my knees /see it all Lennon thinking oh/ please, please me Need not remind It'll happen almost every ******* single time From first to always last in line // Scratch nd itch Sunspots to the date are the things I miss To live like this $Pickin up the change to exchange for a blame that we bought out of shame from another mans pain Back on track No skin off my teeth I am intact
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Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
I am Intact
HA HA!!!!, YOU GOT CAUGHT with your HANDS in the COOKIE JAR!!! you TRIED TO FLEE, but you DIDN'T GET FAR!!! You tried to HIDE A FULL BLOWN DECEPTION!!!, Come out with it "NOW!!!" OWN UP TO YOUR CONFESSION!!! Hiding the EVIDENCE by ACT OF CONCEALMENT, Thinking YOU'RE GETTING BY with ACCOMPLISHMENTS or ACHIEVEMENTS SCARED TO CONFESS, AVOIDANCE of EMBARRASSMENT!!!! HOW MUCH DID THEY OFFER YOU??? HOW MUCH DO THEY OWE??? RECEIVING HUSH MONEY WHILE YOU'RE ON THE GO SO OUT WITH IT NOW!!!! YOU DECEITFUL FOOL!!!!!, TELL US THE TRUTH YOU UNGRATEFUL TOOL!!!!! IT'S WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE, SO, JUST COME CLEAN, YOUR COVER HAS BEEN BLOWN, LET'S NOT CAUSE A BIG SCENE!!!!! B.R. Date: 11/4/2023
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Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 10:45 PM UTC
SCANDALOUS: Cover-ups (Episode 7)
Park bench sitting Hands aching Side-by-side As strangers ask Quiet questions pass Like cotton seeds As an opportunity The breeze Passes us by Blown Shoot
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
We've Never Met But...
Hair flicks in the air As the drive goes With lowered down windows. The air lashes And the radio blurs As the only eye sees What it wants As the coast glides as we coast down This road. And perhaps You wanted to take another way But we are at the mercy of the driver, With the sun in our eyes and the sea to the left. But please don't forget, As you promise you wouldn't. But the salt makes it hard to stay awake, and the sun feels so good. But you're gone as you should.
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Codeine
with the wind blowing my hair back the plain brown,  not much to look at the straight nose and long legs;  it looks great on somebody,  anybody else but not me with the wind blowing my hair back it steals the words from my lips,  lifts them up into the sky;  it's a clear night and though I'm dead,  I feel alive
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
positivity winds
lost opportunities are our sorrows the morrow has no lost opportunities ? ... .. .
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Untitled
we we're not born of the dead what head have you turned talk to me don't try to tell me that you think ? ... .. .
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
that you think
what sea to sail see me sailing star bound the skies are my wings sing for me one more morning ? ... .. .
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
one more morning
blustering south winds have blown constantly all eve they're packing some speed
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Haiku
the past cannot be undone what is done is done & what wasn't now is acceptance is closure the present is your gift make sure the past isn't interfering with its growth because you can go nowhere really fast & your future is now dependent on the past which of course won't last -Nani
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
12:46pm
How beautiful it is when someone prays for you without you knowing, It's such a noble act and I can't possibly imagine anything purer and deeper .
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
I'll pray for you
I place my hand at her chest and what I felt was just mesmerizing. Her beats are acting all crazy, Like I have ignited a fire. Then I grab her hand and place it on my chest and she's just blown away to, I can feel my beats getting faster and faster, Like her touch is what controls them. What is this? Why this never ever happened before? Why I feel so alive
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Alive
Darkness, now, taking flight-- Scattered by the coming light. Frightened by the rising sun, Watching as the shadows run. Secrets stumble off your lips-- Into patient ears your hushed words slip. It starts with friends but ends with foes, Watching as the secrets go. Simple solids breed fearful air-- Our own breath blown into terror. Onto the ignorant the facade stumbles, Watching as the whole world crumbles.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
Misconceptions
***Overlooked so many times when I was ~wings~ I've passed briefly across the sea of your poetic Endless streams and rivers; your upheaval way- Snobbish smart butterfly ties grew your head up. Without suffocating without any pause, you were Gentle-man once ~ giving me the 'credibile' break- Down the lane in Athens where Partenon resided I saw your unfavouritable pilgrimage to awards.*** The guitarist at the dock played for herself, dreaming.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Strings of non Attachment
I know That Times Will Change. The Struggle is the same. The Battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or be scattered like the leaves blown by the wind. Yesterday as I was  walking. I heard these two men talking About a third man who wasn't there. I heard them put him down, Just because his skin is brown. It's no wonder that the world just isn't fair. I heard a woman say She did not have equal pay As the men who did the same job that she did. When she asked the bosses why, The looked her right in the eye, And told her to go home and raise her kids. In the poorer neighborhood Where the roads are never good, And the prices in the market are too high, When you bother to compair, The food is cheaper where The well-to-do are sure to shop and buy. I know that times will change. The struggle stays the same. The Battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or be scattered like the leaves blown by the wind. They said in the news cast A man was beaten bad. He was on his way for treatment when he died. He had dared to love a man, and they called that love a sin. I think the only sin was how they lied. There's an teen-ager in jail Being held without a bail. His only crime was coming to our land. Before they let him go, They'll strip him of his hope, Then send him to the gangs across the Rio Grande. I know the times will change. The struggle stays the same. The battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or scatter like the leaves blown by the wind. We've been fighting for so long. This time we must stand strong, Stronger than the leaves blown by the wind.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Leaves Blown By The Wind
I know That Times Will Change. The Struggle is the same. The Battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or be scattered like the leaves blown by the wind. Yesterday as I was  walking. I heard these two men talking About a third man who wasn't there. I heard them put him down, Just because his skin is brown. It's no wonder that the world just isn't fair. I heard a woman say She did not have equal pay As the men who did the same job that she did. When she asked the bosses why, The looked her right in the eye, And told her to go home and raise her kids. In the poorer neighborhood Where the roads are never good, And the prices in the market are too high, When you bother to compair, The food is cheaper where The well-to-do are sure to shop and buy. I know that times will change. The struggle stays the same. The Battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or be scattered like the leaves blown by the wind. They said in the news cast A man was beaten bad. He was on his way for treatment when he died. He had dared to love a man, and they called that love a sin. I think the only sin was how they lied. There's an teen-ager in jail Being held without a bail. His only crime was coming to our land. Before they let him go, They'll strip him of his hope, Then send him to the gangs across the Rio Grande. I know the times will change. The struggle stays the same. The battle lines are always where they've been. We've been charging for so long. This time we must be strong, Or scatter like the leaves blown by the wind. We've been fighting for so long. This time we must stand strong, Stronger than the leaves blown by the wind.
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Coffee ........ Too hot? Things not to say when feeling poetic! I need it to be blown upon by 13 fair maidens! So wrong!
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Hot coffee?