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Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides Partial recognition what society provides One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC
Ringmaster
Wild mind grown gentle in survival. Christ, the mind, not the imagined, the actual what would the persona in the role be bound to do? Destroy the works of the captivator, the adversary of sanity, the governmental mind, the entity of empires amore- pheum fume de an English man, sung in presentation saying I am seed of a dream, messages were racing up and down on ladders loaded with message carriers, each having for wings, wheels spinning so fast, the spokes were lifted on wind. Ezekial said, spoked wheels in each of those, and inside that wheels in wheel I tell you, I swooned, -I knew, all things do work, it’s a process… and one line later I learn, I am in the book of life. Just think of that, of all the readers of any line, you read mine. In your time. And gave me cause. Ready is read past-tension. Sprung.
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Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 2:24 PM UTC
Wild mind, caution-resting
his teeth were rotted out but he left no time for regret for there is no regress from the state he finds himself in how it had come to this boy, he didn't know fervent drug use frequenting their misuse forget it for tomorrow, is another day for worry humbled by his lack of knowledge beset, on knowing's acquisition further than the last day faster too father lost himself to his ambition
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
Ambition
Time ever flowing Faster and faster I age with each minute Faster and faster Its not slowing down Its just going by faster and faster Time ever flowing © Jennifer L DeLong 10/31/2020
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
Time
frosty crystals clung to light shows on windowsills they ran faster than their hands could touch on the run from racing time streams of comfort left rainy roads bare to them, nothing on earth compared
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
racing time
These days I want the days to go slower, So I can talk to you once again. These days, I want to nights to go faster, So I get the good morning text once again. These days, I want the time to go faster, So I can meet you once again. That day I want the time to go slower, So I can look into your eyes once again. When I met you, I wanna hug you once again. When you're leaving, I wanna say "I love you" once again. When you're low, I'll hold you once again. When you're happy, I wanna be there once again.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC
Faster
And there's something that happens When we talk When we touch As our buttons unfasten Pour feelings into *** and such Trying not to overthink each action No matter how I try Cannot avoid distraction Sounds of ecstasy amplify When our hot blood flows faster Worlds halt breifly and stand still Irresistible desire becomes my master Leaves me desperate for your thrill
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Thrilling
As deep and fast as I imagine thought rrivers riving my senses, anon, another comma breather comes along to spit me out, too hot, too cold, too banal to avoid, **** **** that's it. We are all like those constipated tea drrinkkers, from Back to Eden, nutritional gospel of the gay nineties, and the entire Trump executive system, is a biome transfusion, that ... is not what I was told. I was Told, authoritative ly by the most popular prophet Sid Roth is boosting, that prophet shouts, GOD the Lord, we trust, the one on the money, set Donald Trump at the peak of power. I cough an ought and violently disagrree, see, as it appears to me, Donald Trump is a set-up, see as they impeached him, behind the cameras they gave him an arsenal capable of you know, Armegeddon or whatever end you harbour, in the depths of you. Where you hope. Here's the point, the point Con-cep-tion, see the idea, formless in one dimention, re a grrowning word, I, mmmmore tu, wham a slap touch bounce catchit, we be, time goes, okeh, and after all that eventually it's 2020 and we are netted on the right side of the vessle shaped into a torus wit a hot and cold, kinda lava-lampish beauty, is a word I sup, offer up, pose you agree, see, psi ence science with (con, as in with meat) conpsience is scorrnd, as a word, meaning less if previous sci ence of right sounds, sets psi as a shibboletharrgic gate, to filter lazy eyes from evil eyes, before filling them with visions of grranduer for winning the war, not that last battle, where --nevermind, click Broca- off. ******* walks on. I know the messenger. We can trrust this meta-story, ever after all we know had to happen, sooner or later. Why, because, I said so. Seek and ye shall find, I said is true. Thus I found you. one to take me at my words, and love me enough, to set me free to fill the vessels, not a few, who built their shelters on the sands, long since baked to stone, mortal mind, listen, reading is your gift, writing forms the vessle, we fill, we living words you loosed, when you pierced the Babbit wall, and robbed the city of angels of its stolen water, per haps, at the behest of some mourning mama whale where the birthing harborr poisons hopes whales give the whole world, along with the butterflies, and bats, and dodo birds.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
Deeper, faster, harder
As deep and fast as I imagine thought rrivers riving my senses, anon, another comma breather comes along to spit me out, too hot, too cold, too banal to avoid, **** **** that's it. We are all like those constipated tea drrinkkers, from Back to Eden, nutritional gospel of the gay nineties, and the entire Trump executive system, is a biome transfusion, that ... is not what I was told. I was Told, authoritative ly by the most popular prophet Sid Roth is boosting, that prophet shouts, GOD the Lord, we trust, the one on the money, set Donald Trump at the peak of power. I cough an ought and violently disagrree, see, as it appears to me, Donald Trump is a set-up, see as they impeached him, behind the cameras they gave him an arsenal capable of you know, Armegeddon or whatever end you harbour, in the depths of you. Where you hope. Here's the point, the point Con-cep-tion, see the idea, formless in one dimention, re a grrowning word, I, mmmmore tu, wham a slap touch bounce catchit, we be, time goes, okeh, and after all that eventually it's 2020 and we are netted on the right side of the vessle shaped into a torus wit a hot and cold, kinda lava-lampish beauty, is a word I sup, offer up, pose you agree, see, psi ence science with (con, as in with meat) conpsience is scorrnd, as a word, meaning less if previous sci ence of right sounds, sets psi as a shibboletharrgic gate, to filter lazy eyes from evil eyes, before filling them with visions of grranduer for winning the war, not that last battle, where --nevermind, click Broca- off. ******* walks on. I know the messenger. We can trrust this meta-story, ever after all we know had to happen, sooner or later. Why, because, I said so. Seek and ye shall find, I said is true. Thus I found you. one to take me at my words, and love me enough, to set me free to fill the vessels, not a few, who built their shelters on the sands, long since baked to stone, mortal mind, listen, reading is your gift, writing forms the vessle, we fill, we living words you loosed, when you pierced the Babbit wall, and robbed the city of angels of its stolen water, per haps, at the behest of some mourning mama whale where the birthing harborr poisons hopes whales give the whole world, along with the butterflies, and bats, and dodo birds.
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she was princess kneeling as slave saying to him save my heart from sinking at deepest of thinking the thief came say to the police you are under arrest the police was jailed as he had laziness the boy chased the lion the lion hided at gun the boy shot the gun the lion got over the sun he printed his shape over the face of the moon the cold came as the spider the man rushed the fire the cold escaped faster what a matter he forgot his words his role was a hero at famous film the important were the words the succeeded over films that film
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
****
You keep on travelling for years Moving in one single direction With your other two siblings Who keep running faster than you But what do I see? After so many years of walking You are still not much far from - The point, you started your journey The same situation applies to - Both of your siblings also Who are energetic than you Even they are taller than you But why it Happened this Way? I Guess, It was because A part of yours is tied together With the Point of the Origin O my hour-hand of the Clock I know, you always showed The correct hour of day and night Since years and years rolling on But do you know? You are cursed To keep on walking and walking Reaching almost nowhere Even after travelling for so many years Do you love this? I feel, You do not I think, I really feel your pain I keep on thinking why time is - Measured in circular motion Whether time really repeats itself Or we just assume like that Just for our own convenience Who knows? Do You?
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Ignorance
my trust is like waves of the ocean. they meet the sand at the shore, then run away faster than ever. if the waves are too strong, will the sand vanish... or will it be pulled by the waves?
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
my trust.
Walking in a straight line never gets you to anywhere faster.
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
Life Lesson 2
flower petals seem to travel on the wings of birds on the outstretched arms of the wind fluttering like eyelashes like the rustling leaves of dying trees down to the ground at your feet if only i could get to you just a little faster
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
wind flowers
And she is spiraling faster and faster and the longer it lasts the more she knows she’s falling down and the less she can do to stop it- -the less I can do to stop it.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
She is Spiraling
And if a turtle could he would walk faster Just to watch Her smile.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Untitled
As the days roll into nights And the nights back into days It’s just too easy to have time slip away. But just as the rivers into the seas flow For this we have but little control And as we get older for some reason Time seems to move faster But that is a misperception you see For it is when we have little left it becomes as clear as can be Just as an hourglass drains At first imperceptibly slow Until the final sands of time begin to show By then like a whirlpool It seems to succumb to gravity’s pull Where did the time go Will we ever know.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
T.i.m.e
I have been putting Up walls faster than you can Demolish the bricks
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Putting Walls Up (Haiku)
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and positively affected this southeastern residing Pennsylvania papa)! Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth contagious exuberance, gung-ho, infectious jubilance noah dearth which eye opening (then tearing) podcast link sent tummy FaceBook account, she distilled and didst poignantly blog the purpose driven life, no matter...hmm... her existential time nearing thee finis line on planet Earth though upworthy defying deathly clasp of grim reaper, who scythe lent lee doth await she (titled lass of poem) established a substantial supportive network, via such an up beat aura, charisma, persona, et cetera create ting global bond sans, world wide web, aye equate chance lucky opportunity to witness airily especial and gutsy acceptance of her (congenital) grim fate while this healthy (as an oxymoron) lix spit tilling chap doth hate sweaty palms (a minor, though tolerable inconvenience) versus being irate at an accursed disease still no cure as of late, yet...state of the art revolutionary treatments provide longevity, and... YES possibility to discover a mate though consigning severe limitations but...WOW, that girl (unknown til yesterday) doth narrate positivity, which amazing will power didst permeate, within thine noggin triggering sincere flowing tears bursting forth at an unstoppable rate hence this attempted rye ming livingsocial tribute to go for broke esprit de corps elan trait completing a bucket list while eternal sleep will wait!
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Claire Wineland -
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and positively affected this southeastern residing Pennsylvania papa)! Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth contagious exuberance, gung-ho, infectious jubilance noah dearth which eye opening (then tearing) podcast link sent tummy FaceBook account, she distilled and didst poignantly blog the purpose driven life, no matter...hmm... her existential time nearing thee finis line on planet Earth though upworthy defying deathly clasp of grim reaper, who scythe lent lee doth await she (titled lass of poem) established a substantial supportive network, via such an up beat aura, charisma, persona, et cetera create ting global bond sans, world wide web, aye equate chance lucky opportunity to witness airily especial and gutsy acceptance of her (congenital) grim fate while this healthy (as an oxymoron) lix spit tilling chap doth hate sweaty palms (a minor, though tolerable inconvenience) versus being irate at an accursed disease still no cure as of late, yet...state of the art revolutionary treatments provide longevity, and... YES possibility to discover a mate though consigning severe limitations but...WOW, that girl (unknown til yesterday) doth narrate positivity, which amazing will power didst permeate, within thine noggin triggering sincere flowing tears bursting forth at an unstoppable rate hence this attempted rye ming livingsocial tribute to go for broke esprit de corps elan trait completing a bucket list while eternal sleep will wait!
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When you want nothing More than to stop time it goes By even faster
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
Goes By Faster (Haiku)
Isn't this feature amazing? I said ever beaming. Hurry, Figure out the clues. Time is ticking As the blood is dripping It's almost midnight Goodbye, Cinderella.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Only Me
In childhood we want something we grow up faster but when we are grown up we again long for childhood.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Childhood
One second goes by when you turned me away. One second I cry because of you just today. One second is slower than an hour with you. One second was all it took for us to be through. One second they smiled like a wolf at a sheep. One second felt like a drastic leap. One second goes faster through every day. Because of one second I had without you in May. Your eyes were shut for more than a second. And the cold of those seconds were all that beckoned. I was told that you would be gone for longer than that. My heart had been torn like a mouse with a cat. One second of hurt felt longer than years. One second and I was brought to tears. One second the bullet had shot through my head. If you were one second faster, I wouldn't be dead.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
o n e s e c o n d
i can only imagine a day where you'd prefer to stay than sprint away. So Run. Run faster and faster and faster! otherwise my begging may outpace you.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
SPRINTING