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#conception
If I were before the judgement seat of God, this is what I would say: "The conception of my kid, at the time that it did, was not intended, but I'm glad that it did."
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Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 9:51 PM UTC
My Kid
~ *scarlet wind sails upon an ultrasounding wave, postcards from tiny islands; nebulous, indefinable, floating, fresh as a field of crackerjacks; nodding happily from minute one, celebrating the mountains and valleys of being alive in excelsis; irresistible and impish in its understated insinuations.* ~
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Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
Minute One
There, deeply planted by your finger mouth, the seed -- tickles in my soil.
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Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
[ There, deeply planted ]
In the days of seafaring yore, in a candied littoral time, my parents shared a love for wingsails; propelling their craft on the surface of gentle waters. It was here my father navigated me into existence, by taking my mother for a long enchanted boat ride. And like a hook and eye, they so clasped and rowed into the boundless deep. The tender rhythm of their waves stirring a rivulet that would come to be called me. Floating in this colostrum bed underneath the heart's thicket, I settled to sleep; dreaming of cradle song and breastmilk. My unborn hands and feet routinely practiced swimming toward the open shore; until that day when a familial voice called. And there in the dilation of a growing current, I sprang forth; thirsting for their love from my very first cry.
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Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
This is Water
~ *I cast my net                   into the tributary and release into you, a seasonal swim, I give to you a mother's color,         as you recite         infant hymns,                     you're a bleeder on the days sunfire meters out its origin,                     you're my river free and clear from the grip       of anchorage,                          my river, drifted on to wherever                        moon wishes glister* ~
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Scarlet Thing in You
YOU CAN In learning there Abide teaching and in teaching, learning dwells. Both the lecturers and schoolers has somewhat to teach the other. Life's but a class. Every persons you met has some lessons for you. Never underestimate anyone. For everyone you're seeing is unique. Most times people condone a torn book because it has no lid. However it's contents could heal the world. Off his old age plagues. Meanwhile a fancy backed book may likely destroy the earth. Looks deceive. The most beautiful & valuable thangs in the universe are invisible. You think the most valuable thing is material? If so you're **** totally wrong, don't be fooled, never let your head be used or brain washed. True feeling, True emotions inherit the earth. Choose wisdom over everythang, Where an all the rest Abode. Elevation, no dream is too big to achieve, No cliff or hill is too high to ascending. You can! Nothang is impossible but to say impossible. It's impossible to say impossible. Even the word impossibility says I'M POSSIBILITY from the rear side. You've got to change your conception and decisive reaction. #c9_fm
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
YOU can
Let men burn stars out from innocuous lightyears pulled through the vortex Like needle and thread, sown by centuries of sparked, graceful union (Their strength and vigor found in the cross-stitching) And ever gently unfolding like outer reach, like inner ***** In the garden of our senses, flowing with milk and honey, by means of forethought or afterglow One thought of ecstasy, one thought of infinite parable taking new light to bed The sacred beams bending to form a crescent, a lunula of utmost happiness
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Clair de Lune (Light of the Moon)
Between the thunder and lightning/everything counts in lovely intervals/an entering into/and a pulling out/by the springboards of wordless echolalia/until the sky cracks open/and something new beyond us/begins to storm
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
fons et origo
Okay honey Let's spell pollinate With a bit of math Anther + stigma = fertilization Let's pollinate for a spell Under the quilt Then over the river And through the woods Without any cover we go Making babies in summertime May we reap What we sow
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
To Bee, or Not to Bee
WE ARE LIKE TREES We are like trees. When a seed of an oak tree is placed in earth and given water, then light, the life of that oak tree begins. When a ***** enters an **** the life of a human being begins;  all other arguments are specious. Both need special care. Given that care, the oak seed will sprout from the earth and continue to grow. The human embryo needs nine months in the womb before it will be put into a nursery. The oak sprout will, most likely, need to be in a nursery from its conception. If cared for, both the tiny, tiny tree and the tiny, tiny human being will grow bigger. The key is care, and the caring is love. Over years, decades, both will grow larger and stronger. Both will face illnesses, and in the vast majority of cases, will survive them. Trees will show leaves, grow bark, provide shade and beauty, even as they grow their own seeds. Human beings will learn more and more as they grow older and older. Trees will let robins and squirrels make their homes in them. Human beings will grow compassionate and wise;  many will shepherd in new life to care for. Both will grow old, but before they die, they will look back on their lives and remem- ber the love they themselves en- joyed and shared with each other. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
WE ARE LIKE TREES
I dreamt it snowed Nectar and powdered sugar, Dusting nature's lips. I recall the kiss from her Not-so-innocent curiosity, Come-hither in her arched brow. How the morning breeze Grew wanton, Lifting her nightdress, Until naked she pirouetted about The cloister garth. I dreamt of flowering moonlight And his potent stem, Filling her With stars and shivers, As she burst, for goodness sake, From all the little blissful parties Drumming her garden wall. I dreamt of fecundity And funnel cakes, Soft and sweet and round, Her milk a spring, Laden with gift of life. Intuitive opaque areolae, The shape of things to come, The very ones from which She'll nurse their young.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
Kiss of Life
Like a reflected shadow appearance and deception is really this endless universe of God's conception. ____________________
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Simple Observation #322 - Like a reflected shadow.......
Lying, breathing, soaking in my lover The afterglow illuminating the night. Soft skin, smooth to touch, her belly freshly filled Claimed to be the place where my child shall grow. Fingers find their way around one another Clutching to the new future ahead.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Future glow
★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
View from the Mortal Portal
★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.
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At least you're happily married. Maybe it's all just a test. Have you thought about changing your diet? You'll just have to have lots of *** At least you can still go on dates. Remember you're both very young. Make the most of it while you still can. Pregnancy isn't much fun. Sometimes parenting ***** You've got enough on your plate. Weekends are ruined by kids. Perhaps it's a good thing to wait. I've heard there are pills that can help. At least you can sleep through the night. Perhaps it's not the right time. It looks like you're coping alright. It took us a year to conceive. I can see why you feel so depressed. I know you've been trying for longer. The main thing is not to get stressed. Your condition is really quite common; I've got it and so does my friend. God blessed me with two healthy children - It'll all work out in the end.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Things People Say
What do you know about the Immaculate Conception Benny? Fay asked me bright idea I said thumbing through a pack of cigarette football cards no it's what the nuns at school have been talking to us about she said   I looked at her as we sat on the grass in front of Banks House Saturday afternoon so what's it about then this immaculate thingy I said well our Blessed Lady was born free from original sin by virtue of the foreseen merits of her son Jesus Christ Fay said none the wiser I said taking out a picture card of Stanley Matthews and gazing at it well all of us are born in original sin that is the sin we inherited from Adam and Eve called the Fall I think it's called she said I put the Matthews card on my thigh and looked through others who fell? I said thumbing through other cards Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden Fay said what did they fall over? I said looking at her sitting there her bright blue eyes staring at me her fair hair long and free from bands or ribbons no not fell like that but a fall from grace from goodness she said and that's what they teach you at that school of yours? I said she nodded what no maths or English or boring science? I added o we do that as well she said but more about religion as well I took out a Peter Brabrook   football picture card and you believe that? I said about that immaculate thingy? Yes of course she said that's what we've been taught and your old man believes that too? I said of course he does he's Catholic too she said doesn't your dad believe it? Unless it was mentioned in a film staring Betty Gable I don't think my old man would I said I see she said my old man said he would only believe in a god if this god gave him a wallet full of money I said thumbing through the cards again and putting the Peter Brabrook card on  my other thigh and shuffled the cards that's not a good idea of God she said no I guess not I said but each person has their own idea what God is like or does do they? she said guess so I said I put the other picture cards away and put the other two cards in my back pocket of my jeans well what do you want to do now? I said don't know she said I can show you my collection of toy soldiers or we can go to Bedlam park for a swim I said she looked at me we can go swimming she said I'll go get my swimming costume and towel and  we can meet on the balcony she said ok I said so we walked off the grass and into the Square to our flats and walked up the concrete stairs together to get ready to go for a swim the sky was blue but becoming dim.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
BECOMING DIM 1960
What do you know about the Immaculate Conception Benny? Fay asked me bright idea I said thumbing through a pack of cigarette football cards no it's what the nuns at school have been talking to us about she said   I looked at her as we sat on the grass in front of Banks House Saturday afternoon so what's it about then this immaculate thingy I said well our Blessed Lady was born free from original sin by virtue of the foreseen merits of her son Jesus Christ Fay said none the wiser I said taking out a picture card of Stanley Matthews and gazing at it well all of us are born in original sin that is the sin we inherited from Adam and Eve called the Fall I think it's called she said I put the Matthews card on my thigh and looked through others who fell? I said thumbing through other cards Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden Fay said what did they fall over? I said looking at her sitting there her bright blue eyes staring at me her fair hair long and free from bands or ribbons no not fell like that but a fall from grace from goodness she said and that's what they teach you at that school of yours? I said she nodded what no maths or English or boring science? I added o we do that as well she said but more about religion as well I took out a Peter Brabrook   football picture card and you believe that? I said about that immaculate thingy? Yes of course she said that's what we've been taught and your old man believes that too? I said of course he does he's Catholic too she said doesn't your dad believe it? Unless it was mentioned in a film staring Betty Gable I don't think my old man would I said I see she said my old man said he would only believe in a god if this god gave him a wallet full of money I said thumbing through the cards again and putting the Peter Brabrook card on  my other thigh and shuffled the cards that's not a good idea of God she said no I guess not I said but each person has their own idea what God is like or does do they? she said guess so I said I put the other picture cards away and put the other two cards in my back pocket of my jeans well what do you want to do now? I said don't know she said I can show you my collection of toy soldiers or we can go to Bedlam park for a swim I said she looked at me we can go swimming she said I'll go get my swimming costume and towel and  we can meet on the balcony she said ok I said so we walked off the grass and into the Square to our flats and walked up the concrete stairs together to get ready to go for a swim the sky was blue but becoming dim.
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Might I fly high Beyond your envisioned sky? Beyond conceptual ties That bind blind guys. I'll take back what the modern man lacks: A soul and a heart. A nice place to start, For a spirit to depart, Venture deep into art. Canvas spills upon your body, Define your form among'st fog; A confusion, a situation losin', This lane, that lane, the lost man's cruisin'. A vision of division - a tangled mind angle. You could see what I bring to the table. A way back to what we lack.. Might you ask what it is when I say that? How about a dinner and snack Where you don't want something And there's no news story to crack.. Just the heart I know, that person I need, A star, a distant glow. What we need is a hardy hearth; Gather round the sound enveloped in the crowd. Lose your mind and align, dance blissful all night~ To the rhythm of the time. Or how about abundance A huge human party, one that- Every one's invited to, whether your purple, black, or blue. Battered and bruised by history's screws.. A machine we built and a boat we'll tilt; A seed that will bloom.. And a flower that will wilt.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Modern Man's Heart
~~~<«»>~~~ a spilt second where the spirit's spark meets conciousness and our pens scribe eternity soulsurvivor (c) 7/9/2015
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
conception
Parsley and thyme Comb the earth with your fertile fingers You tell me that you want to bloom And fruit like the plants do As grapes turn to wine The idea ferments with the seasons Lain on the willow boughs Nothing but our breathing and the starlight I'm gonna take you to the whisky springs Barefoot walk in the summer You whisper the sweetest things This child will have water for its father and earth as its mother Plant me inside of you We'll do it twice if you're eager I love to hear you sing out my name Feeling hotter than a fever in the night https://soundcloud.com/dorian-m/whisky-springs
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Whisky Springs (Part I - The Conception)
Yeah, I only really see the home screen when I'm desperate for views and likes.. ..I've since concluded that this is defined by "Irony"... ...maybe.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
PoetryBook
One word can Give birth to a whole poem And one poem Can give birth to a creative idea One idea can Inspire one or many One poet can illuminate The minds of many One moment of curiousness Can light the mind Of the poet The thoughts Now will have opinions And creativity Has led the way In igniting minds An idea That fueled a culture The one Has now become many
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
One and Many
Photoshopped fantasy fictions Misogynistic oppressive depictions Unobtainable beauty Fake imagery This LIE is but violence and bigotry
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Miss Conception