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#deliberation
Hate, rhapsody Have, antipathy Haps, retrogression Half, simplicity The beauty, the har of sincerity To come at you, with a field of life Sorrow, in a place you would never steal for liberty...? A maddened eye, in love with thee, for a scrutiny's night We sleep like the other side The boat of essence, to wish in our ears A fable and the charity of calamity, shied Away from our pace, of suggesting callousness is all of fears The dream of soap and its bared waters... 'So simple a prayer, of the soul of dementia When a heavy eye in the know, a keep of bothers Is a savages or patience's run, to lies about a world with a dilemma... Sleep eats nothing, but what it is given... Stange endeavor, a hap to consider a pretty such and doth hush Is a labor of live, with love to prove the world, is dread living For the kindness of chances and choice, to take from you, thus... And give back a lover of a worldly wish Sated with the frustration, of composure in the norm Tense though a wavering ecstasy can be, love knows you to relinquish A chastity of silence and callousness, that has committed to us, form Love, I keep a silly pillow... Wages of sin, or borrowed lucre, I know the belly of thee Like a wait for sunshine and method's summoning owe To a rages few, the privilege of couth passed, with a lover's deed...
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Naming The Bird Of Paradise, After The Moon
Watch a bar of soap, marvel? Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap... But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker... ***** with a racier past, friend? Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek... Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's? Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...? Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall... Here of love, to make many more than meant In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat? Talc, and each... Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness... At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach... For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless... That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings? To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
When Is A Joke Best Served Hot?
Doors with no pleasance Doors with a memory of teeth Doors with angels to remark, a unison in chance Doors with dread for each sincerity, we let Doors in love? Still to fore, the guarantee The silence of guidance, to relocate to us Welcome a shrewd forth, as if might made me happy Tenuous And taken with a smile Here to say, time with baring, to bless Has come by the still day, all the while Liberty... Is a raging storm the only way to communicate? The assuaged voice of redemption, a universes key To take to another, the open bother, of sense to wait For passion to become... Got, in a row of exception, enthusiasm Has to have it now, the levity of questions all along In the name of an answer, a place for a heart to avow at last She wear acceptation, like a moment alone She dream in dances, that will the wisdom to life She speak in loves riddles, answered only by love, atoned She take to the time, to sit the hour with our decency, wife?
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Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 8:48 PM UTC
How Much Of This Can You Take?
Hadn't Wishes in a wishful God's voice Risen hours, reminding worth asking World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice Found two, by myself Remember, to linger with prayers legend Twain, a salt between here and health Is still you, a requited vanity to mend Mercy, with an opinion longer Than a tongue has a right? Imagine a halt of habit, stronger And the seldom of heaven, is why might... Has don't for a friend Speed and vehemence... Special to me, a future to lend A chaste works like my time, sincerity Time to show the truth...? A good time, that leads happenstance To a whole example, of pride becoming couth Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...
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May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 6:55 PM UTC
Just, Why God Whistle's...
ah traverse the towns with mine along and together and where deep pants shrill only alarm regulatory enzymes and my quill with butter would still lease the peace with total abandon and apartheid outlawed
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
eighteen days
My chest hurts, And I feel like a ***** I want to complain and sulk, And other people make me wince, And I thought I should be grown, And I thought I shouldn’t care, And I thought I’d made up my mind, And I think I want to die. But then again, I’ve thought, felt, Regretted, Times before.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Untitled
If problems were leaves mine would be dried husks of                          contemplation. Every one I tried to solve would just crumble between my fingers. When I walk on the echoes of deliberation its stalks penetrate               deep within my wandering. Why does nothing grow on          falling leaves of deterioration. A dilemma of reflection never grows             it only crumbles beneath palms. Clasping at tears never diluted                 but even though expelled. Never did a single drop help the problems.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
Fallen Leaves Of Deliberation
Dilemmas of inconsistent reflections never looking at the same mirror. Where cracks seem like gorges of incompatible strains upon morality. But there is a way to not look in deliberation upon false impressions. Look within each other, not the warped reflection conflicting our humanity.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Adapting Our Humanity
Raise your hand if your confidence is reaching its limit Well let me tell you, don't dare believe it for a minute A poet stands at the center of circles of illusions Sparked by the fire within and burnin' institutions They write about the current state as far as they can see it, as well as personal doubts claimin' that they can feel it Don't hand your savings over, 'cause now you pay it forward, but life won't pay you back, So what you say to that? *"I say we're bein' controlled by such an evil system; a metal contract was forced on lost and bleedin' victims." "I don't agree with you, man. We're where we need to be. With very little control, we risk to eat for free!" We risk to eat for free? "Food's a commodity! And with overpopulation, I say this honestly!" "Don't mean to interrupt; your notion of depravity appears dumbfounded and far from grounded by gravity." "I say this world belongs to kings and innovators; hope of the people is thrown to the incinerator." "We're seeking liberators mightier than the sword. We work to buy them a pen - weapons we can afford." "And when their eyes are wide open I think that writers see the world not for what it is, rather what it could be." "Yeah! They're talkin' for us metaphorically, imaginin' utopias for you and me, questions answered rhetorically."* The world is yours and no one else's, so live to give it more time through love and being selfless.
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Whose World is This?
I always see forever in my angel's eyes I believe that tomorrow for us never dies I feel him here, a man so kind and wise Yet everyday, his love is a great surprise Never did I see that forever is true A better tomorrow becomes bitter for you Devotion is a lie, it's an illusion, too A cruel fate until you fall through Oh, an illusion for someone with hatred Why I should listen to you who's outdated? What I know is love is something that's sacred I don't want now my time to be wasted Ha! Hate just brings too much weight Perhaps, love is an infatuation state Temporary as it is, a passing moment to abate Time is wasted into dreams that don't conflate Why do you always tell me what you think? Those things in your mind they always slink Don't you see your limits, your own brink? Can't you just let me find my heart's missing link? I am just seeing reality, thinking out loud! Reality is crowded as life is full of cloud A prince without a crown is not allowed A heart lost in the dream town is now cowed I know you have so much words to say You can turn me down all the way But I will still stand and hold my love's bouquet Hand in hand we will walk forever and a day
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Pondering On Forever