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No ghost dancer gave me eyes, eh, who says You were not there, you did not see. the people fleeing bombs bursting in air, oh, say, can you see, the Hotchkiss crews, cheering as they watch forty or so shells in each series, so many, like nine of those guys, shooting two, breechloading cannons, field artillery with airburst shrapnel rounds at fleeing women and children, and some, went so stark raving mad, after that, we had fifty years of drunk indians, life was hard, nobody had sense enough to sit still and forget, let it go, as no hold on me, no papers pending retribution for the life I had, no, I smile, I'm okeh, I gotta good seed sown some time ago, fruits every year, just needs a good five decades to get through the rock Hwéeldi, meaning "the place of suffering. Hard won wise ways we out live the liars, Peace is easy, War is hell, and hell is an idea, not a very good one, it doesn't make sense, it does make dissonance, too loud, alarm or gears needing grease last year, is why prayers who pray for shows, ticket sellers wives and children, pray for shows success, attract all the attention in the world, just so should you ever befriend a dead Marine, say semper fi, and be ready to be asked, do you have any idea what that really means, {meet the spirit of Sgt. John Wikel, as imagined} after you think about ever for a while, bed bound, no strolls, no relaxation but kind and considerate wiping, so a soul so vulnerable doesn't feel like, you know, people say **** I say it, too, but, I don't think about it legit, idle words, we can cook witshitwished regretted never fretting yeast, as in us, code, identical yeast code, runs in us, okey that's new, right, I learned that, today, so I can still work a thought up from a meander. Dine' concept of Hózhó— Ai defines as a totalizing philosophy of beauty, balance, and universal order that governs every aspect of the physical and spiritual world.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
I did reimagine Wounded Knee
No ghost dancer gave me eyes, eh, who says You were not there, you did not see. the people fleeing bombs bursting in air, oh, say, can you see, the Hotchkiss crews, cheering as they watch forty or so shells in each series, so many, like nine of those guys, shooting two, breechloading cannons, field artillery with airburst shrapnel rounds at fleeing women and children, and some, went so stark raving mad, after that, we had fifty years of drunk indians, life was hard, nobody had sense enough to sit still and forget, let it go, as no hold on me, no papers pending retribution for the life I had, no, I smile, I'm okeh, I gotta good seed sown some time ago, fruits every year, just needs a good five decades to get through the rock Hwéeldi, meaning "the place of suffering. Hard won wise ways we out live the liars, Peace is easy, War is hell, and hell is an idea, not a very good one, it doesn't make sense, it does make dissonance, too loud, alarm or gears needing grease last year, is why prayers who pray for shows, ticket sellers wives and children, pray for shows success, attract all the attention in the world, just so should you ever befriend a dead Marine, say semper fi, and be ready to be asked, do you have any idea what that really means, {meet the spirit of Sgt. John Wikel, as imagined} after you think about ever for a while, bed bound, no strolls, no relaxation but kind and considerate wiping, so a soul so vulnerable doesn't feel like, you know, people say **** I say it, too, but, I don't think about it legit, idle words, we can cook witshitwished regretted never fretting yeast, as in us, code, identical yeast code, runs in us, okey that's new, right, I learned that, today, so I can still work a thought up from a meander. Dine' concept of Hózhó— Ai defines as a totalizing philosophy of beauty, balance, and universal order that governs every aspect of the physical and spiritual world.
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stray thought: hard earned wisdom is there any other kind? the easy come ~ easy go kind, kinda never quite sticks around long enough to make an indentation like facts, kinda like factuals memorized for a school test, gone so quick you never truly had them to keep, beyond the inevitable ending by a bell ringing true learning means the earning, the earning is hard, painful, oft, gained usually at greatly but not~too~cheap a cost which makes sense, long, or even short,  knowing, comprehending, & remembering can created to be savored, favored, and welcomed each time from the recesses it comes unconsciously summoned no one more surprised than you! at the value of a memory precision tooled, ready, willing and able, to be re~loved when the heart doth summon like the face of the one who got away....
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC
stray thought: hard earned wisdom
stray thought: hard earned wisdom is there any other kind? the easy come easy go kind kinda never sticks around long enough to make an indentation just like facts memorized for a school test gone so quick you never truly had them to keep, beyond the inevitable ending by a bell ringing the earning is hard, painful oft, gained usually at great cost which makes sense, long, or even short,  created to be savored, favored, and welcomed every time it from recesses it comes unconsciously summoned but never confuse smarts with wisdom, snarts (snarky smarts) can be obtained, purchased, but wisdom is always and only     hard e a r n e d
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
stray thought: hard earned wisdom
I take good advice Even if I don't like the source, Because I trust in knowledge And in the pursuit of more. I think for myself, Because I cannot allow others to; Evidently, not many do. I place my respect, like I place my trust- As to how I pay- When it has been earned.
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Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
And What Of?
"Do me a favour" you say, and so I do But then one favour turns into two, And two favours turns into three, Until there isn't time for me. "Do me a favour" I say, but you decline. You say you simply have no time, To return the favour that I gave, "Do it yourself; I'm not your slave" Doing a favour, with none returned Should feel like nothing's being earned, But only if you do not see, I do them not for you, but me. "Do me a favour" and, once again, I do, And when one favour turns into two, And you don't return a single one, I'm laughing to myself; I've won!
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Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC
The Theory of Unequal Exchange
If love was not hard It would not be rewarding Trophies must be earned
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 8:30 AM UTC
If Love Was Easy (Haiku)
To declare an age surrounding state Aware of peat the surf and deep green turf It's sound as sage to know your worth from formed experiences Enlightenment is more than earned
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Sue
We did something today That everyone said was impossible We fought and clawed our way Out of the abyss and into the promise land And we did it not because We became Champions again But because we remembered We always were Today represents the rebirth We rose from the ashes And sometimes you have to come To the brink of destruction Before redemption can be truly earned
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
We always were
No broken bones were ever earned waiting on the sidelines
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
No pain, no gain (10w)
Oh, how I love to fight the man But so do all my biggest fans! Birdies marching "tweet, tweet, tweet" Resenting those who paved that street
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Bower Power (a prayer for personality)
My edges may be burned, But I can set your whole life on fire, And I will take everything that you have not earned.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
Burned
Her messy tied up hair shows her hard work Not in the gym, but in the classroom Late nights and lots of energy drinks She has goals, not dreams Because she believes if she puts her mind to it She can do anything Her accomplishments are earned And that should be worth something
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Her ~ pt. 4
By Arcassin B & Olivia K AB: As long as the earth turns , let auras fly into the abyss, Just to get a hug or a kiss From a loved one, OK: To find you waiting at the end of the world to carry me through in a pastel pink rosebud, AB: I feel the flames of Hades calling me ,but I Woke when heard angelic presences, OK: calling to me with ****** song, harps be strummed for all to hear, harp strings tug at heart strings, AB: too much decadence for everyday people to comprehend on the Bliss that is heaven cringed, OK: Painted in raging scarlet, heaven vibrates simplistically, causing rolls of thunderous applause and so those rains fall, releasing the reins of horses wild, AB: And while we lives wondering what have could be a historical moment, Flower grow like stallions flowing through the grass so surreal, OK: and here we live in dreamlike skies as love be cultured as grown pearls before our sparkling eyes. Together we ride the smiles we share, a surreal helter-skelter. Known only as true love.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Turn (collab w/ Olivia Kent)
White bird Half Intrascope Alerted by fire hypnotic Sapphire Realm Shifting Snow Shape starling In this for that for This Chirp Chirping In Deluxe stereo Daylight reliefs, lights of my ethereal France Dance, dancing Like soldiers, rock rocking Heavy, eiderdown beaten Shadows In temporary ride Into temporary flight
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
White Bird
I write my name My label, my identifier My word, my definer I write my name And it looks wrong, outgrown Do I have the power, the control The grip To change it Get a grip Stop slipping State the facts Stop tripping You’re 17 and you’re young You’re 17 and you have metal in your head You’re 17 and you have metal taste Stuck on your tongue Dripping off when you talk Forming the puddles in which you walk Pooling in words that burn They are a curse slipping through the smile That reaches your eyes Only because you painted it there With brown eyes you can't make friends With brown eyes you cried until you couldn’t With brown eyes you smile like it’s free You quit dancing You quit schooling You quit pretending You started pretending I am not the same as the infant born 17 years ago I am not the same as the name that they gave me I am not the same as the others that held my name I am separate from that title I am something new, beyond Something true and someone gone Scar after scar twinkles in the light Hair after hair is torn out every night What do you call a work in progress Incomplete is not my name I am not quite obsolete To many I appear petite To many I should just retreat What a privilege to be given something to cling to that you never desired to own No, rain is not the same as snow A name is not a name My name is not my name It is a label I stole from fame Nicole Kidman is not my role model But her role was my model My mother was her model on set But this is a stage on which we are players And I will not give a verse a name that is not of my own creation I will not credit the broken, glue-coated, splinters of myself To some foreign and separate person No, not to someone else
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Named.
I write my name My label, my identifier My word, my definer I write my name And it looks wrong, outgrown Do I have the power, the control The grip To change it Get a grip Stop slipping State the facts Stop tripping You’re 17 and you’re young You’re 17 and you have metal in your head You’re 17 and you have metal taste Stuck on your tongue Dripping off when you talk Forming the puddles in which you walk Pooling in words that burn They are a curse slipping through the smile That reaches your eyes Only because you painted it there With brown eyes you can't make friends With brown eyes you cried until you couldn’t With brown eyes you smile like it’s free You quit dancing You quit schooling You quit pretending You started pretending I am not the same as the infant born 17 years ago I am not the same as the name that they gave me I am not the same as the others that held my name I am separate from that title I am something new, beyond Something true and someone gone Scar after scar twinkles in the light Hair after hair is torn out every night What do you call a work in progress Incomplete is not my name I am not quite obsolete To many I appear petite To many I should just retreat What a privilege to be given something to cling to that you never desired to own No, rain is not the same as snow A name is not a name My name is not my name It is a label I stole from fame Nicole Kidman is not my role model But her role was my model My mother was her model on set But this is a stage on which we are players And I will not give a verse a name that is not of my own creation I will not credit the broken, glue-coated, splinters of myself To some foreign and separate person No, not to someone else
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Some things are given Other things are earned with age
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Untitled
If you give a wishing stone, she'll travel out all on her own. She'll  leave behind the fear and pain, and keep herself from going insane. While her friends are getting diagnosed, she'll be somewhere in her boat. Maybe she'll have tea for two, but at least she'll know what to do. And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world, but she'll certainly say, "Be gone, be gone, or off with your head." Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead. If you give a girl a wishing stone, she'll truly feel all alone, and for those who never cared "be gone!" The queen has finally sang her song. She was never a fool, just a withered small bud, and those pigs would throw her around in the mud. So sure she dreams and dazes off, but she can do whatever she wants. She earned a bit of recognition, for all antagonize and inhibition. Give that girl some cheer, she fought a war for all those years. Stop the hate for her being crushed, unlike some, she had no love! The glass shattered hard, it's no surprised it became shards. Giving time and yells, doesn't heal, it kills. If you give a girl a wishing stone, you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
If you give a girl a wishing stone