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Some Buds, aren't meant to bloom and are plucked, very early. Some Dreams, are just Dreams and they fade out, too early. Some Waves, aren't made to surf, and they fizzle out, too early. My Heart, wasn't meant for Love. That's why, She left so early.
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
My Heart, wasn't meant for Love
TOE-nail RE-growth, memory re' always cut the V see, inside then there's this Y, and becoming a TOE there's the tip see, we grow our own TOEs an s there signifys secret same idea as sacred... Sunday, February 1, 2026 10:41 AM Experimental extension on wishes we knew, as poetic persona's congeal three dimensional mensa organnelles, and these… leave me loving thinking more than listening, we, flow back down into the roots, rethinking gravity and suction, pulling ups over the top into mellow Sunday after church, post mythic exstacy, perceived, as she is said to have said, saint theresa of the name it hurt so good… or so her confessor explained… Aieee… and I, we so confess, this particular once, we adjusted justice to just let us pretend we know, a clear and present danger, a chekovian gun, be ready, a clear cold Fevru ar'we'all, breaking up fractaling branching cracking ICE, as whatsername escapes. Old man, Uncle Remus… kinda too good, kinda by god godly man can tell it good, he grins say sing it in y'haid Don't worry, be happy, all a dat al-read be gwan on wu wei to easy… listen, and live, or live and learn to listen in both ears, and smell, and feel and think all adat at oncet tell the truth's proof, ol truphenuf Word, say Bro Mike, many Mikes, beside him, them. too.
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC
For the Love of Mike
I have fought sprouting the common ardurous way known by most Earthlings, through mean suffering pain that life is filled with. I sought to sprout of pure joy immense happiness only, true love found grasped. faintly, that joyful way of sprouting great wisdom like a lovely butterfly from rose bush traveling to rose buds flew by me eluding my white gardenia rose garden. Or stealing what it could. My wisdom now bleeds. and many avoid me like a bad owmen. They wear blindfolds drink heavily and do other cruel things to themselves seeking paradise blindly. The wisdom of profound joy that never arrives to stay. Some asleep walk in their pain. I won't ask you to walk with me we all crawl, walk, run, or fly following our own dreams roads not taken weeping. I wait for one traveler only who would share any ride To happier easier greener serenity pastures. Perhaps together learning Not to bleed for wisdom,   and working out troubles as they come along One day at a time. ~~~~~~~~ By Karijinbba All Rights reserved 2021
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 6:08 PM UTC
Together's joys.
I want to taste your lips until your flavor saturates mine
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
Taste
L*ittle lily buds look at the sun they smile and bloom the morning begins so beautiful. I worry about yesterday and tomorrow keep missing out on now. The more I see, less I want to say no longer want to stay. The days get hotter and hotter this budding cruel summer I cannot enjoy the simple flowers this bed has become my world. I am tired when I sleep fatigued awake I need fresh oxygen to breathe I've become living bone all alone*.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
Summer passes away slowly
I am a rose blown wide open petals dripping, seeds dripping in a garden full of buds just waiting to exhale their scent This cycle flowers go through dying for the next beauty
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
Cycle
Faithful buds you poke your heads out green Leaves unfold round petals’ silky sheen Sunlight draws you from your cellar rest Dry-dirt roots seek water to ingest Gift of romance, jewel of child’s crown Found and owned, your beauty not your own Perfect picture, ruined out of love Plucked from home you flourish long for none
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Flora
My mouth drooling; I am feigning for her deliciousness; her fleshy fruit -- blooming in my mouth, spewing her milky nectar -- all over my tongue. I kneel before lapping at her hole; thin pink lips parted by my fingers, praying on her weakness. feeding my desire; as her body quivers beneath me her swells flooded with satisfaction
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Temptation
do you think cloaks of normalcy societal smiles wash away reality - that screens pulled close pious veils drawn means all is well - that children next door from 'respectable' homes aren't used like so much spoil displayed with polish to the highest bidder - what tales do you keep to sleep at night in perfumed air - 'it's far away some hapless child not where I drive with tinted glass they're lower class don't know the Lord mere runts down town where father drinks can't pay their rent make decent wage so sell the kid for sordid nights - - n - o - it happens to tender buds in wealthy suites and poorer shacks in any place and every age from dot to grown they stay unseen stare at their sums are ***** this night sob off to sleep as mother too walks right on by deaf to the screams he wants his due so he will take her brother too 'now be a man' says worm to prince he lies to all most to his face and no one sees and no one hears the silent screams with veil drawn close they look askance and walk on by
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
with veil drawn
Do you think it hurts, When fresh buds burst from dark earth? What beautiful pain.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
The Pain of New Life - Part 1
In life you are a total nobody if you aren't: A "socialite superstar" who sacrifices moral for popularity A tech freak A work-a-holic A married man or woman (opposite *** only!) An insensitive "cowboy" A confederate flag sympathizer (incomparable to ****** I guess) A religious fanatic Someone who is so open minded they are open to bad or EVIL Rich as hell Extremely violent or purposefully "unaware of bullies" Anyone who graduated with honors (3.5 or higher, please!) Certain everyone should work and/or drive Covered by expensive life insurance Popular with dozens of "honest friends" A gun owner who doesn't believe in the need for regulation A cigarette smoker (but *** is a "bigger devil!") Hating cross dressers A nudist hater Built with a six pack Absolutely certain that every hippy is "the devil" A nature hater Willing to **** anything that moves (they are the pests) Giving away all natural love for money One who loves to go to war, a.k.a. "gung-ho" Gifted with perfected teeth One to ignore the "little lower people" at work/school A "brown noser," trying to even out-do your mentors A cheeky person obsessed with being manager (I'm #1!) Poised to kick someone out on a moments notice (no hustlers here!) Always on "mommy" and "daddies" side, even if they went too far The list goes on and on, but you need to be most of these to succeed!
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
You are a total nobody if...
Your shy smile, in the buds blooming late by mellow winds; distant in the leaves turned golden your fiery hair; the city below, still asleep, stuttering in the lanes, your voice, in the coffee morning shop. my heart, all the butterflies. Your dreamy smile, in the toast maker lady at the kiosk. You said I should go to Primrose Hill So I went to Primrose Hill. and I found you everywhere.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Primrose Hill | Neo-cubist poem
My heart beats fast At the thought of it all. The simple image that I just might have a chance to fall (for you...). That I might have the option to tak the plunge Into the deep.. But I can't sleep There's too much tension so much I do not know... Will my plunge end with a painful blow when I land Or with some beautiful and invigorating grace? Will I have to save face for everyone's sake? Or will I ever land at all? Will I be forever suspended in freefall? If I let go And fall I pray that you willl calm my rushing heart With your warm arms. After all this time apart Is there enough still to plunge into?
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
Untitled
Growing wilder now Flowers give red shoots in spring The year starts again I try to explore The ice plains and green buds of The Tomorrow land Jumping from tall peaks The flint of life is sharper Than any flower I sit myself down And breathe the pollen deeply Summer comes and goes
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Coming Days of Sun
Fragrant hot laksa thick wriggling yellow noodles creamy coconut green coriander and lime eaten with hot chilli you
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Tasting Love Tanka