#franz - Hello Poetry

Year of truth Im going to die after this Puffy killed me Like Michael Jackson Whitney and Alieya Im the Arpril 8th Red Heffer Im King Teleconesis Alien **** a King I **** Gods Hey Snoop you slipped 70% Black Music Im paying 100 million per head Lets go billion ******* Cleary im Albino Cleary Im dna by a woman no man I seen it all i warned you KATT WILLIAMS THANK YOU Golden Age Here Zack Come Best build me a bunker Im blood by Christ I am alive Last night i got shot It bounced off Ramen noodles Wal Mart An bottle Water cant free you 70% water 70% indicted It now takes a real man to speak up Im going to End All of You Im prepared Money is paper homie food should be money Were hominids not on mars You want rims I want a God on Earth Im here to die to save you I will take out the trash Me against all **** it Im barely breathing World War means burn all books Yet you still dig in the dirt Its all of us We are power We are vision We run the amujah That means real hebrew on earth God Rah You tested my gangster Now its my turn I take back whats mine Whats yours An turn this ***** to smoke Civil war is 100 years before gods return Its 6 days 1 day of rest Puff you speak names or cancel Save me Ask fif Ask everyone Media is a keyboard Tell them Mike G Tell them Tommy From what i see Russia killing skin heads How you gonna impregnate a belief 7 billion people involved 70% top 100 World Peace thru my eyes Or Or just simply DIE

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Mar 26, 2024

Mar 26, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC

ZACKAVELLI

"Dear Capital Records" By: Z-Pac

Year of truth Im going to die after this Puffy killed me Like Michael Jackson Whitney and Alieya Im the Arpril 8th Red Heffer Im King Teleconesis Alien **** a King I **** Gods Hey Snoop you slipped 70% Black Music Im paying 100 million per head Lets go billion ******* Cleary im Albino Cleary Im dna by a woman no man I seen it all i warned you KATT WILLIAMS THANK YOU Golden Age Here Zack Come Best build me a bunker Im blood by Christ I am alive Last night i got shot It bounced off Ramen noodles Wal Mart An bottle Water cant free you 70% water 70% indicted It now takes a real man to speak up Im going to End All of You Im prepared Money is paper homie food should be money Were hominids not on mars You want rims I want a God on Earth Im here to die to save you I will take out the trash Me against all **** it Im barely breathing World War means burn all books Yet you still dig in the dirt Its all of us We are power We are vision We run the amujah That means real hebrew on earth God Rah You tested my gangster Now its my turn I take back whats mine Whats yours An turn this ***** to smoke Civil war is 100 years before gods return Its 6 days 1 day of rest Puff you speak names or cancel Save me Ask fif Ask everyone Media is a keyboard Tell them Mike G Tell them Tommy From what i see Russia killing skin heads How you gonna impregnate a belief 7 billion people involved 70% top 100 World Peace thru my eyes Or Or just simply DIE

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I saw but a glimpse of his eagerness to be, his effortless telling of the truth- the truth and nothing more terrible or beautiful- and I hovered over my future and my memories, and I thought, I thought, cut with a sliver of Kafka’s own eagerness: ‘There is so much to write.‘ — L, The End of A Dream

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC

poet_dog

Kafka's Sliver

I saw but a glimpse of his eagerness to be, his effortless telling of the truth- the truth and nothing more terrible or beautiful- and I hovered over my future and my memories, and I thought, I thought, cut with a sliver of Kafka’s own eagerness: ‘There is so much to write.‘ — L, The End of A Dream

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This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me. — Franz Kafka — After some time on this earth, we come to be encased in a robotic shell; the same kind our parents were encased in and all who surround us are encased in. There’s a feeling of being trapped, of living a “semi-life”, of simply living yet not existing. Gradually, you get dropped and dropped by the world. Parts of the shell start to disappear; you see parts of what lie underneath, yet remain encased by what you’ve come to assume. You see some lies, but at the same time, you cannot breathe in all that you see. You get dropped and dropped some more. Your body reacts in all that has been taught; in hurts. The stabs and contractions scare it out of confrontation. The more you shield yourself, the more the shell seems to cling. You come to resist all that you once felt. And so long as you refuse, the falling will never cease. Till one day you fall so hard into the ground, shell encased, never found.

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC

vea-vents

|Encased|

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me. — Franz Kafka — After some time on this earth, we come to be encased in a robotic shell; the same kind our parents were encased in and all who surround us are encased in. There’s a feeling of being trapped, of living a “semi-life”, of simply living yet not existing. Gradually, you get dropped and dropped by the world. Parts of the shell start to disappear; you see parts of what lie underneath, yet remain encased by what you’ve come to assume. You see some lies, but at the same time, you cannot breathe in all that you see. You get dropped and dropped some more. Your body reacts in all that has been taught; in hurts. The stabs and contractions scare it out of confrontation. The more you shield yourself, the more the shell seems to cling. You come to resist all that you once felt. And so long as you refuse, the falling will never cease. Till one day you fall so hard into the ground, shell encased, never found.

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