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#don
God will return when there's nothing new to see anymore Right when you're about to dissolve into "all knowing" hubris You shunned all experiences you couldn't mindlessly scroll through So the mission to enrich part of the universal with unique temporality has ended Both God and man incapable of judging this as good or bad
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:03 AM UTC
Enriched Enough for the Eagle to Consume Us Again
#* As it dawned upon them It was their final chance To dance through the night And they danced Donning the colours Of the new dawn As it was The final countdown To forevermore For the words to forge The unwritten The written, Unforged*#
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Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 9:36 AM UTC
Dawn to Don
"Mike, I need a cure-- "Everyone says Clorox works..." "Sir, you try it first."
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
Mike and Don Find The Cure
I almost lost myself to the petty traumatic battle of the boundless infinity. I almost surrender to the battle array of the mind game. Oh how often the game turns against the owner, in the arena of petty distractions. I was loosing myself. I'm a poet.. It lives in me... I write not because i am sad but because i'm inspired.
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
Self note.
DON RICKLES HAS PASSED AWAY A MAGICAL COMEDIAN OF NOTE HIS ABILITY TO MAKE YOU LAUGH ROASTING WAS ALL HE WROTE FOR 90 YEARS HIS COMIC ABILITY KEPT US LAUGHING OUT LOUD ALL THE COMICS OF THE WORLD WHO KNEW HIM WERE VERY PROUD TO ROAST A TOAST TO OTHER CELEBRITIES THIS IS WHAT HE KNEW HE WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS A COMIC A PROFESSIONAL OF A FEW
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
A COMIC GENIUS
there's a mafia don operating on the verse's patch if anyone ticks him off the eraser does a fast dispatch you'll be completely rubbed out with an instantaneous flick by his quick 48 revolver's rapid fire trigger click the Sicilian mobster is a regular Al Capone *clearing they who ****** at his most tactile bone Luigi strikes fear on issuing a list of target dots which so irritate him in the imprecise spots
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Luigi
Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant in high school You better stay with her You better financially support the life you concepted Because you made the decision To do the act Its your choice to counteract your mistake By being the man that doesn't flake Trust me, that poor girl will be going through a world of hell to take care of that child Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant I want you to learn and have your head held up high and be ad loyal as you can be I didn't raise a quitter I raised a man that will be the difference to a young woman, even during the most hectic times. I will be upset, but I will take the child as my own Make sure you fight for her when people judge her falsely Because were all human and we make mistakes But this new life could be the imperative change for this planet I want your goals to come alive as you plan it Hold onto her Hold onto your dreams Hold onto hers.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Son
Embrace me in the rays Of your dying warmth Make me disappear The sadness I've donned. Take me away Up in the sky with you Make me kiss the sunlight Let me taste it anew.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
Lick Of Sunshine
I know I’m not always perfect. I do wish I was worth it. You told me every day, that you loved me more. I tried to argue mostly, but now we’re both alone. trying to find someone that we can grow with closely. this is way too hard for me, knowing I’m the one who left all of our good memories in the dust. every time we say we were so In Love… I just don’t really see how you could have really been in love with me. the pictures of mine are gone they were erased with the touch of my shaking thumb those were all my memories.
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
three oh five
Lance in hand to seek the land Where he may do some good. Lost his mind, but fate divined He'd meet the life he should. Horse at foot he rides to put His lance in giant's hearts But no one's said that they're all dead They leave him from the start. It's oft' like this for those dismissed From societal norms or wishes We lead them on and watch them don The spear that's not for fishes. Perhaps we should try to do good Like the madman we egg on For though good books bring laughs and looks There's a sad tale with each Don.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
The Funny Story
He sits alone A boy with a soft and quiet tone Groups of people hurdle by But not this boy, who lets out a silent cry He is a bit of a loner Always walks as if he is hiding a ***** Adolescent ****** hair That's tattered and ware Lays upon his face Swaying with grace He wants to be home Watching **** on Google Chrome But he cannot until three When he runs home with glee But for now he is stuck As a pigeon in truck
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
A Boy Named Jon Jon
It was not love that struck me first. Before anything else, it was an arrogance that overwhelmed my senses, so I held my nose to keep out the stench and went on my way. I ignored you and let you exist in your perfect little multilingual corner, thinking it too put together and not for me at all. It was dull and silent and no one could dance there. Then, one morning, while a foreign language spoke in jazz in my head, you expressed the complexity, the utter chaos of one molecule slipping into another and weaving the majestic world of science that baffles and amazes even the brightest of minds. You opened your mouth and love hit me harder than ever before as I realized that you, just like me, wanted to figure out the math of the world and solve the equation. How could that not ensnare me in an awful trap of trying to not only calculate the world, but to also dissect you and determine what you are made of and what fuels you? After that, you became a rush of Golden Years1, a reminder that, “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing we call life”2, an extraordinary personification of old time rock ‘n roll3, and an interpretation of the love that stays even when summer is over4. The music danced through my veins like never before because you were all of those things and more! Anyone could ask me about you, (Oh, dear, what is he really like?), and I would just sing for them and hope they understood. How could they not? If they really listened to all of those lyrics and really let the notes slip across their skin and sink into their pores, they could know you. But melodies change. Without warning, I am held back by your darkness, not because you inflict it upon me, but because you shelter me from it. You want to save my light, so you refuse to let me see inside, afraid to lose it, afraid the demons will take it away5. That is the melancholy tune that changed your definition in my dictionary. You are the lesson of betrayal. A bittersweet song which reminds us all to realize your savior can also be your captor and executioner6. That is a lesson you learned the hard way, though you never really say how. You hide it beneath the rhyme and reason that is senseless poetry. Not to be repetitive, but you are music only I can hear. The genre is always changing, but you are always demanding space in my ears, a clamor of so much to dance to with wild abandon. The endless noise often hurts, often makes me curl up in a ball, begging for silence. But, when it unifies... when it slows down... when it decides what to be, even if only for a few seconds, you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Those are the moments when you are one song and I can see you for just a second before all the others demand attention and obscure the real music that follows the beat of your heart. This is when I am head over heels and I have to beg you not “to take my heart, don’t break my heart, don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away.”7 How incredible you really and truly are. You are a soundtrack and you come in different volumes. I swear I want nothing else from you than to just listen, slip on my headphones and submerge in the raucous of sound and composition that is you. I can’t always see you, but I can always hear you, and I will listen until the day you turn it off, the day when silence ensues and you are nothing but the shell a great ballad will refer to as a cause to smile.8 1. “Golden Years” by David Bowie 2. “Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince 3. “Old Time Rock ‘n Roll” by Bob Seger 4. “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley 5. “Demons” by Imagine Dragons 6. “Miss Missing You” by Fall Out Boy (Specifically, the line: “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger.”) 7. “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears 8. “American Pie” by Don McLean
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
I was trying to describe you to someone...
It was not love that struck me first. Before anything else, it was an arrogance that overwhelmed my senses, so I held my nose to keep out the stench and went on my way. I ignored you and let you exist in your perfect little multilingual corner, thinking it too put together and not for me at all. It was dull and silent and no one could dance there. Then, one morning, while a foreign language spoke in jazz in my head, you expressed the complexity, the utter chaos of one molecule slipping into another and weaving the majestic world of science that baffles and amazes even the brightest of minds. You opened your mouth and love hit me harder than ever before as I realized that you, just like me, wanted to figure out the math of the world and solve the equation. How could that not ensnare me in an awful trap of trying to not only calculate the world, but to also dissect you and determine what you are made of and what fuels you? After that, you became a rush of Golden Years1, a reminder that, “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing we call life”2, an extraordinary personification of old time rock ‘n roll3, and an interpretation of the love that stays even when summer is over4. The music danced through my veins like never before because you were all of those things and more! Anyone could ask me about you, (Oh, dear, what is he really like?), and I would just sing for them and hope they understood. How could they not? If they really listened to all of those lyrics and really let the notes slip across their skin and sink into their pores, they could know you. But melodies change. Without warning, I am held back by your darkness, not because you inflict it upon me, but because you shelter me from it. You want to save my light, so you refuse to let me see inside, afraid to lose it, afraid the demons will take it away5. That is the melancholy tune that changed your definition in my dictionary. You are the lesson of betrayal. A bittersweet song which reminds us all to realize your savior can also be your captor and executioner6. That is a lesson you learned the hard way, though you never really say how. You hide it beneath the rhyme and reason that is senseless poetry. Not to be repetitive, but you are music only I can hear. The genre is always changing, but you are always demanding space in my ears, a clamor of so much to dance to with wild abandon. The endless noise often hurts, often makes me curl up in a ball, begging for silence. But, when it unifies... when it slows down... when it decides what to be, even if only for a few seconds, you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Those are the moments when you are one song and I can see you for just a second before all the others demand attention and obscure the real music that follows the beat of your heart. This is when I am head over heels and I have to beg you not “to take my heart, don’t break my heart, don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away.”7 How incredible you really and truly are. You are a soundtrack and you come in different volumes. I swear I want nothing else from you than to just listen, slip on my headphones and submerge in the raucous of sound and composition that is you. I can’t always see you, but I can always hear you, and I will listen until the day you turn it off, the day when silence ensues and you are nothing but the shell a great ballad will refer to as a cause to smile.8 1. “Golden Years” by David Bowie 2. “Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince 3. “Old Time Rock ‘n Roll” by Bob Seger 4. “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley 5. “Demons” by Imagine Dragons 6. “Miss Missing You” by Fall Out Boy (Specifically, the line: “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger.”) 7. “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears 8. “American Pie” by Don McLean
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