#costs - Hello Poetry

From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for t r u t h in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company

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Jul 13, 2024

Jul 13, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

“and (not) to count the costs...”

From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for t r u t h in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company

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Try to make someone smile Those smiles will stay for a while Try to make someone cry Those tears will utter a goodbye Try to think twice Before it costs you a price

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC

pk_tunuri

Try

Try to make someone smile Those smiles will stay for a while Try to make someone cry Those tears will utter a goodbye Try to think twice Before it costs you a price

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I stole some underwear on a whim but also cuz I didn't have much money more than most tho Someone told me they stole cheese People put avocados through as potatoes cuz they're not affordable I knew someone who paid for about a third of the bras they took and stole the rest so that they would be a more affordable price Maybe things shouldn't be cheaper but wages should definitely be higher. Our hospital is dying with the people within, the concrete flakes like dying skin. We spend $3billion dollars on defence annually. I saw 'we' when I never chose that, I would never agree to it. They say 'defence' when it's an imperialist war project by the West. I wonder whose suffering is propping up whose suffering and how all that suffering is propping up someone else's profit. I wonder how sufferers might forge some sense of solidarity and overthrow the poor mongers, the war mongers together.

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC

kyraspeaks

Living Costs

I stole some underwear on a whim but also cuz I didn't have much money more than most tho Someone told me they stole cheese People put avocados through as potatoes cuz they're not affordable I knew someone who paid for about a third of the bras they took and stole the rest so that they would be a more affordable price Maybe things shouldn't be cheaper but wages should definitely be higher. Our hospital is dying with the people within, the concrete flakes like dying skin. We spend $3billion dollars on defence annually. I saw 'we' when I never chose that, I would never agree to it. They say 'defence' when it's an imperialist war project by the West. I wonder whose suffering is propping up whose suffering and how all that suffering is propping up someone else's profit. I wonder how sufferers might forge some sense of solidarity and overthrow the poor mongers, the war mongers together.

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The lonesome Ness ends best when friends are laughing by a tale Told once to myself in my head, perfected when renounced and spread Ignoring the boring for moments on end, I visit as servant instead

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC

waver

friend or servant?

The lonesome Ness ends best when friends are laughing by a tale Told once to myself in my head, perfected when renounced and spread Ignoring the boring for moments on end, I visit as servant instead

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