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We may know all we have time to learn, after ever begins. Is that not peaceably thinkable, ever learning never everything? In real life, there is always new life never lived. Spiritual worthiness, thinkable peaceably, once, God is spirit, spirit is mind, wisdom is the first thinkable thing life needed to be. That's thinkably true. Stubborn defense of freedom from another's authority bubble. Make believe honor is immortal moral underpinnings, stakes in reality driven into children's hearts to fix dread of punishment. Always ready am I, understanding Epimenides, the Cretan named a most high deity's kingdom the very air we breathe, un believing the bishops tale of Hell. In truth we live and breathe and have our being, that is all. Look through any window, what do you see, little children weeping for little children weeping for little children weeping like old men. ---------------------------- Rrra' opposed s'post t'be set apart. Init. Run whole sum first thing from once to when time stops. Sentencing mere ideas in letters all working to seem some wish to be said being said as art. Artificial education, agentic leading already listening to the mocking bird calling my dog. From the principle thing convincing ritual, the honed most point of any pinpoint leak letting integrated circus rings fill with clowns calling attention while the gaffers take away the net below the high wire. So… what now, circus boy? Who schooled you in distraction? Can we come from the womb innocent, or are we born ****** Wham! The future from ever before… solid state switching… click Imaginable onomatopoeia mouse clicks and space bar clicks, slick as gnosisnot mysterious weforming clutches disengaging our brains A tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket case hardened blade pointedly edging us past our agreed let it be point. Honorable breathes taken for grace granted full measure, enough and no more.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
Res Publica Spirit Dominion Gate
We may know all we have time to learn, after ever begins. Is that not peaceably thinkable, ever learning never everything? In real life, there is always new life never lived. Spiritual worthiness, thinkable peaceably, once, God is spirit, spirit is mind, wisdom is the first thinkable thing life needed to be. That's thinkably true. Stubborn defense of freedom from another's authority bubble. Make believe honor is immortal moral underpinnings, stakes in reality driven into children's hearts to fix dread of punishment. Always ready am I, understanding Epimenides, the Cretan named a most high deity's kingdom the very air we breathe, un believing the bishops tale of Hell. In truth we live and breathe and have our being, that is all. Look through any window, what do you see, little children weeping for little children weeping for little children weeping like old men. ---------------------------- Rrra' opposed s'post t'be set apart. Init. Run whole sum first thing from once to when time stops. Sentencing mere ideas in letters all working to seem some wish to be said being said as art. Artificial education, agentic leading already listening to the mocking bird calling my dog. From the principle thing convincing ritual, the honed most point of any pinpoint leak letting integrated circus rings fill with clowns calling attention while the gaffers take away the net below the high wire. So… what now, circus boy? Who schooled you in distraction? Can we come from the womb innocent, or are we born ****** Wham! The future from ever before… solid state switching… click Imaginable onomatopoeia mouse clicks and space bar clicks, slick as gnosisnot mysterious weforming clutches disengaging our brains A tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket case hardened blade pointedly edging us past our agreed let it be point. Honorable breathes taken for grace granted full measure, enough and no more.
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Another season has passed I’ve avoided relegation yet again but I’m nowhere near Champions League. One day I’ll cross into the box and nobody will be there.
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
Still Kicking
A child is like a flame: warm and alive The flame spreads, only by a single blow The warmth spreads, but only to where the wind lets them It is its protector and biggest enemy They sculp the flame Once the wind is to strong, the flame goes out And the field of flames slowly decreases untill its empty The flame is gone The wind is gone
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
Fire and wind
i am treading water i am frantic, though the water remains motionless black are you not too arrogant to believe the future will come, despite your kicking, screaming? stop staring out the window there are no rabbits worth catching burnt sugar is bitter shame can **** you if you let it shame will **** you if you let it despondency will take you and make you fearless i'll remember your sins for you if you'll remember mine keep them safe for me, wormwood
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
blurring the line between hysterical nonsense and mediocre art
I'm alive and kicking, kicking out a tune; tune up that thing and I'll play a tune for you. You can take this body; body and soul; Soulful, blues and jazz. Jazz ain't rock and roll! When I'm dead ************* and my singing days are through, Tune up that thing! You know what to do!
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Kicking
Drowning Under and under Blackness grips my heart I ache and suffer Sputtering dreams from pale lips Hands from below reach and grab Kicking and struggling for surface That gleam of light I never seem to have Air is so scarce Hard to hunt In loneliness I hide Freezing depths, no sign of sun Limitless possibilities Because it is only in my head This vivid feeling Anxious, wish for peace instead Insecurity constricting my thoughts Haunting my wild mind A dark fantasy out of control A reason to cry hard to find Here in my dark corners Tears are nothing, salty wishes Breif drops of ocean, tributes, To the chaos my brain misses So, with much misery And little sense Top of lake approaches Breath gone, hung in suspense My lungs have failed again Oxygen vanished, happiness too You don't need water to feel like you are drowning I sink further each time I look at you.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
Drowning
and if it feels like you're seeing double and living through a time-lapse you are alive if it feels like you're on a train to nowhere getting wind caught in your hair, oh, you're alive and if it hurts, you'll be alright
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Nine thirty-three
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping. A loud rap rapping on my chamber door, the noise of the latch click clicking, I heard above the clock tick ticking, then the creak of the boards, the squeak of the nails, across my chamber floor. And in the darkness with eyes flick flicking and the noise in my head of the latch click clicking, and the clock in the hall still tick, tick ticking; came the noise of his boots kick, kick kicking! What thought I with eyes still flicking with the sound in my head of the clock tick ticking, and the ache and the pain from his boots kick kicking! Why me? Then a punch to my face, my face to his knee, then my eyes stop flicking. No sound anymore, no more of the clock tick ticking, Only the creak of the boards and the squeak of the nails across my chamber floor. Then the sound of the latch click clicking; no tapping or rapping, no eyes flick flicking, no, no more kicking. Only the darkness, the slam of the door. Then the clock tick tick, ticking, no more creaking of the floor. Deep into the darkness peering, long I lay there wondering and fearing; I just cant take this anymore!
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
The final straw!
I yell And scream And cry Because you call me crazy I hit And kick And fight Because you say I'm violent I am only What you see of me It may not be the real me But its how I am preceived And how people choose to see me Determines how I see myself.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Perception
my face smashed against the concrete when you kicked me from your life; i'm still picking jagged stones from the spaces between my teeth. because of this, i don't smile anymore.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
rocks.